Fist shadows swirled from all directions, some real, some feint—impossible to tell apart. Ian Song wavered for a moment, but then his mind flashed to the newly acquired divine art.
"Activate Clairvoyant Vision—slow state."
As his thoughts stirred, Ian felt a rush of heat in his eyes. Instantly, all the fist shadows around him seemed to slow to a crawl. He could see at a glance which attacks were real and which were fake.
"Ha!"
He let out a light shout, ignoring most of the fist shadows, and instead swung his fist straight at the two real punches.
"Bang!"
The force shook the air, and all the fist shadows vanished. Frank Zhao staggered back once again.
Zoe Zhao nearly popped her eyes out watching this—how did Ian Song break the Blazing Sun Fist so easily?
This time, Ian Song didn’t give Frank Zhao a chance to catch his breath. His footwork exploded forward like a sharp arrow, fists and legs turning into weapons that hammered at Frank in a storm of attacks.
He wasn’t worried that Frank Zhao couldn’t handle it—after all, Frank hadn’t used his inner force yet, which meant he was still holding back.
Ian's moves weren't pretty—in fact, they looked a bit awkward. But every strike targeted the body's soft and vital points, so Frank Zhao found himself forced to retreat again and again. Watching this, Zoe Zhao was completely stunned.
Is Big Brother really going to lose to Ian Song?
But then she remembered—her brother hadn't used his inner force yet, only relying on physical power. If he unleashed his qi, he'd surely turn things around.
Frank Zhao retreated several more steps, until he was backed up against the edge of the training area. He knew that if he didn't use his inner force now, he'd be defeated by Ian Song. Originally, he'd seen Ian as a junior and just wanted to guide him through a friendly match.
He hadn't expected this junior to be so strong—even his Blazing Sun Fist couldn't overcome Ian.
Martial artists are always competitive, so...
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Frank Zhao straightened his posture, and the power surging through his fists instantly skyrocketed.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After several hard clashes, Ian Song was forced back three steps. The penetrating force left his arms tingling and numb.