Chapter 145

"Brother Xu, watch out!"

He Dong still had some sense of martial ethics; he gave Xu Yang a warning, leaned his body slightly forward to assume a fierce tiger's pouncing stance, stomped his right foot on the ground, and his figure suddenly transformed into a straight line as he charged out.

The martial arts foundation fist technique taught at the Tiger Roar Fist Hall was the Fierce Tiger Fist, which, like the Mountain-Shaking Bear Fist, followed a path of extreme rigidity and ferocity, being particularly adept at claw techniques.

Hong Feng, whom Xu Yang killed when stepping in for the Qiu family, and Bao Gang, who was killed in return while attempting to waylay him, both came from the Tiger Roar Fist Hall, so he was fairly familiar with the Fierce Tiger Fist, though he still had to be wary of He Dong having learned things outside of the Tiger Roar Fist Hall.

He Dong struck with both arms; one hand had its five fingers curled like steel claws tearing through the air, emitting sharp whistles, while the other was tightly clenched into a fist, striking the air and producing a booming sound.

One could see his hands dancing, his true qi surging out; halfway through, he had already switched several moves, wanting to make it impossible for Xu Yang to discern where he would attack.

"Boom!"

Xu Yang's figure moved suddenly, stepping sideways, rendering all of He Dong's variations useless.

The next moment, he swung his arm sideways, his fist thrusting out like a great spear, avoiding He Dong's fist shadows and claw shadows to strike fiercely at the area under He Dong's armpit.

"Such fast reactions."

He Dong sighed inwardly, turning his claw into a fist and striking horizontally; in an instant, the roles of offense and defense shifted.

"Bang!"

The two men's arms collided, emitting a muffled sound, and the explosive force transformed into a wild wind.

"Explosive Xiong Jin, such hard hands."

He Dong only felt as if his hand were colliding with an iron pillar; his muscles spasmed, the pain reaching his bone marrow, and the extremely rigid and fierce Explosive Xiong Jin sent his arm rebounding back.

Xu Yang's fist, its momentum undiminished, continued to thrust toward his body.

Fortunately, at this moment, his other hand had already arrived, hooking toward Xu Yang's arm like five iron pincers.

If Xu Yang did not withdraw his hand, even if he could injure him, he was confident that his steel claws could tear the flesh and blood off Xu Yang's hand.

"Cannot win too quickly!"

Xu Yang sighed inwardly; his current physique was not afraid of He Dong's tiger claw grapple, but he would rather not expose the Diamond Body Technique if he could avoid it, as the bounty on the Jade Butterfly in Qingyuan County was still active to this day.

As his thoughts moved, his waist rolled and twisted like a great python, his arm stretching out and sweeping across.

This move was called the Bear Arm Sweep, the most rigid and fierce of all.

With a boom, the air was blasted apart by his arm, a muffled, thunderous sound echoing as his arm struck He Dong's chest like an iron pillar.

With his five claws grasping at empty air, He Dong knew things were going poorly; seeing the terrifying momentum of this move, he could no longer care about attacking and hurriedly raised his arms to block his chest.

"Bang!"

He only felt as if his arms had been struck horizontally by an iron rod; the moment the intense pain arrived, his whole body felt as if it had been struck by lightning, his body-protecting true qi was instantly shattered by the irresistible force, and he could not help but retreat.

Xu Yang pressed his advantage, his fists falling like raindrops, beginning to gain the upper hand.

After enduring seven or eight of Xu Yang's punches, He Dong's arms were nearly losing sensation, the pain making cold sweat pour down his forehead.

Most importantly, he had retreated again and again, reaching the edge of the ring, and would fall off in two or three more steps.

"I concede!" He Dong shouted.

He knew the situation was lost; continuing to resist would definitely not make him Xu Yang's opponent, so it was better to preserve his strength and strive to advance in the next round.

If he stubbornly held on without knowing when to advance or retreat, and truly angered Xu Yang into delivering a heavy blow, he wouldn't even have the chance to fight a second match.

"I accept the concession!"

Xu Yang withdrew his fists and retreated to the side, cupping his hands in a salute, knowing that with the strength he had displayed, He Dong could actually have struggled for a while longer.

But fighting to the point of mutual injury was of no benefit to anyone, so it was better to concede and go fight the second match.