Martial contests are always a matter of give and take.
There's no reason that dictates I can hit others, yet they can't fight back.
However, Feng Ziheng's words are not wrong either. Just now, that strike was such that everyone could see, Fu Han Yuan should have been powerless to turn the tide. Yet somehow, he remarkably produced that miraculous counter, not only clearly grasping Feng Ziheng's weak spot but also striking at the perfect moment with impeccable timing.
Indeed, it gives off a rather curious feeling.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Upon Fu Han Yuan's statement, laughter suddenly erupts.
All eyes turn to find its source, and it's none other than Ji Feiyang.
He had actually been aware for quite some time, and only now could he no longer contain his joy, laughing out loud.
Nangong Yu glanced at Ji Feiyang but paid him no heed, and the others only briefly scanned him before their attention returned to Fu Han Yuan in the Wufeng Hall.
