Honglu Martial Arts Gym, Basement Level Two.
Thud, thud, thud!
Andrew Han tensed his back and waist, channeling power through his body. Like an unstoppable tsunami, his fists surged with force, driving Mr. Stone back step by step until he was pressed against the wall.
Raging Downpour!
He gathered strength in his right fist at his waist, then his spine twisted like a dragon, contorting his body. Using the springing force from his legs, channeling power from his waist, shoulders, and arms, he finally concentrated it all into his reddened right fist.
His blood thickened, while his vital energy roared within.
Boom!
This right punch whipped up a gust of wind, scattering chaotic currents—it was the strongest punch Andrew Han could deliver so far.
Pressed against the wall, Mr. Stone's fervor only intensified. His eyes gleamed with greedy malice. He suddenly swung his left elbow to meet the right punch, a hint of green light flashing as he steadily blocked Andrew's wild strike.
Rip—
The clothes on his left arm were completely torn apart by the blow.
Mr. Stone was unfazed. Instead, he squinted and smiled, "A force of around thirty thousand pounds? Truly astonishing. Did you think you could beat me with just that much strength—"
Bang!
Andrew Han's left fist shot out like lightning, giving Mr. Stone no chance to catch his breath.
Trying to distract me by talking, hoping to buy time? How naive. I'm no longer the inexperienced student I once was.
"Attack!"
Andrew Han withdrew his left fist and immediately followed up with a right cannon punch, forcing Mr. Stone to defend with his back against the wall.
He knew his advantage was raw strength. He had to keep Mr. Stone's movements restricted, never allowing him to use a martial artist's agility.
Rumble!
Andrew Han's right fist shot forward like a flood dragon emerging, aimed straight at Mr. Stone's face.