Yu Fei had fallen for the second time, and gasps of shock rose from the audience below.
However, this was just the beginning.
Following that, Zhao Lixin simply circled around Yu Fei slowly. Whether Yu Fei took the initiative to strike—snap— he was thrown flying, or if he didn't—snap— he was still thrown flying.
The spectators were all stunned. Zhao Lixin's movements were fast, but they didn't seem forceful. Everyone was puzzled as to why Yu Fei would fall like a porcelain doll at a single touch?
Yu Fei was also frustrated. Zhao Lixin was too sly, seizing the perfect timing for his attacks, making Yu Fei feel exposed to flaws with every move. Then the opponent would strike from the side of his body, hitting him with a palm.
Moreover, Zhao Lixin's Palm Force was bizarre. His movements seemed minimal, yet the power was astonishing, and what was key was a penetrating force that caused Yu Fei's waist to ache fiercely, as if he had been stabbed twice.
