"Twenty-five people!"
"Reached the limit!"
On the stage.
Yan Chuan was boiling with excitement. After enduring a Beng Fist from Tu Tiannan, he followed up by smashing Tang Huaiyu with a Cannon Fist. But Tu Tiannan's Beng Fist was unleashed with the reserved energy, forceful beyond measure. Yan Chuan, while defending left and right, dodging back and forth, had only launched a hasty Cannon Fist, striking in the gap, with no time to prepare, and its power was naturally limited. Tang Huaiyu was only knocked back, unharmed, and Yan Chuan suffered a hit in vain.
This way of fighting!
Sooner or later, he'll fall!
The Six Harmonies Eight Techniques Fist was already difficult to cope with the current situation.
Yan Chuan's defeat was imminent!
"Since no one is coming up."
"Then I won't wait!"
Yan Chuan was hit with another punch on his back. Without turning around or needing to look, just from the style of the punch, he could tell it was the Coiling Silk Fist by Yu Yan!
