When all the martial arts techniques were thoroughly understood, Ding Ling would naturally choose to end this contest swiftly.
"Cai Family Fist!"
The fist technique changed.
From grand and fierce to cunning and vicious.
Zhang Feiyan was exhausted from dealing with it, breaking into a cold sweat after dozens of rounds.
He looked at Ding Ling with eyes full of incredulity.
He really couldn't understand how a person could thoroughly study and master several completely different fist techniques to such a natural and instinctive level!
It was simply too unbelievable.
However, what made him even more incredulous was.
The change in Ding Ling's fist technique was just the beginning!
"Wind Gate Fist!"
The fist technique was elusive as the wind, difficult to trace.
Zhang Feiyan was being run around like a dog by Ding Ling, sweating profusely.
"Eight Trigrams Palm!"
