Chapter 3452
- Zhao Feng punched twice, thrice.... One dark yellow dragon after another coiled around Zhao Feng, lifelike and intimidating. As he punched more and more, Zhao Feng himself seemed to become a furious dragon that raged at the heavens.
- The exhibition of this first art was both beautiful and forceful. Song Tingyu was completely enchanted by it. In Zhao Feng’s hand, this low-level fist art possessed an immense might, and Song Tingyu couldn’t help but feel a hint of admiration.
- Suddenly, all the roars and phenomena vanished.