The fist was silent and swift, already pressing close in the blink of an eye. In terms of boxing skills, Sun Ziyan was definitely not inferior.
His punches and kicks were solid, not leaking any True Qi until the moment he attacked Ye Qiu, when he unleashed a tremendous force.
What seemed like a light and breezy punch was actually powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, something even gods and spirits would avoid.
On one side of the spectators stood the martial arts family of Sun Ziyan. He could be considered a shining new star among the northern martial arts families, a scion whose ancestors were all famous masters.
Especially his grandfather, who was well-known by everyone in the northern martial arts community. Sun Ziyan grew up under his grandfather's tutelage, and by the age of thirty, he had already reached the middle stage of True Qi. Now, as a great master in the later stage, he was just one step away from the peak of the latter stage.
