"Good!" A flush of crimson swept across Ghost Zhong's face, yet his demeanor grew increasingly benevolent and gentle. He took a deep breath, and his temple bulged visibly by half an inch. His footwork quickly followed, and his fist struck Ghost Zhong's right ribs like an arrow piercing the heart, akin to a landslide and earthquake, accompanied by an echoing hum in the air.
It was astonishing, unfathomable; this stance seemingly demonstrated the invincible Half-Step Inch Fist from Xingyi.
"Wow, simply the Martial Arts Master!"
