And when the fists slammed onto his shins, Zhu Bufan's speed did not decrease at all; instead, it got even faster, ruthlessly striking his shins repeatedly.
Like this, seven or eight punches in a row, each punch hitting the flesh on Zhu Feilong's shins.
Ah!!
With a scream, Zhu Feilong felt as if his legs were about to burst open, the pain was intense, and he flew backward unsteadily, heavily crashing to the ground.
Seeing this scene, everyone gasped in shock.
Not only Zhang Yadong, but also Zhang Wei, and even Zhang Feng were wide-eyed; Zhu Bufan's speed and skill were truly astonishing.
So fast, so domineering!
"Is this… could this be the lost Inch Fist?"
Zhang Feng's eyes suddenly tightened, exclaiming in disbelief.
His eyes widened, Zhang Feng never expected this long-lost Fist Technique to reappear, and to be perfectly executed by Zhu Bufan with fierce intensity.
"Since you know about Inch Fist! It shows that you are indeed a Huaxia person!"
