On the stage, Han Chen and Han Feng's auras emitted at the same time, forming two opposing auras.

The strong wind swept across the arena, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

All the elders in the spectator seats were surprised when they felt the aura of the two men.

Needless to say, Han Chen had such an aura that even many of the older generation strongmen in the clan would be willing to fall behind him.

What surprised everyone even more was that Han Feng, with his explosive momentum at this moment, although he was still inferior to Han Chen, he had clearly entered the realm of brilliance.

Such cultivation is enough to be called a "genius" among the younger generation.

Feeling the strong aura of Han Feng, there was no wave on Han Chen's frosty face.

He casually threw the sword at his waist to the edge of the ring.

A sharp look flashed in Han Chen's eyes, and his figure floated up from the ground beneath his feet, heading straight towards Han Feng.

The seemingly elegant movements are actually incredibly fast.

Han Chen appeared in front of Han Feng in the blink of an eye and slapped him with a palm!

Han Feng's eyes flashed, and he punched at the same time to meet the attack.

"Bang...!"

The fists and palms collided, making a muffled sound. Han Chen's seemingly elegant and gentle palm actually knocked Han Feng back a step.

And he waved his palm, as if he had already expected to repel Han Feng.

He took advantage of the situation and took a step forward, and the second palm came without any pause.

Han Feng could only punch again, but this time his arm trembled and he took two steps back!

And Han Chen immediately appeared in front of Han Feng and struck out with a sharp third palm.

"Bang bang bang...!"

The two exchanged more than ten moves in a row, and Han Chen was like a gangrene attached to his bones, always keeping one step away from Han Feng.

The originally elegant and gentle palm movements became faster and faster, and the castration also changed from soft to strong, becoming very sharp.

It's like a torrent opening up and getting out of control!

Han Feng retreated all the way from the center of the ring to the edge, and was about to be knocked off the ring with a palm.

At the last moment, Han Feng's figure swayed, and Bai Hong stepped out of the subtle realm.

Han Feng was like a phantom, appearing behind Han Chen in a flash.

Then he punched out like a collapsing mountain, hitting Han Chen's vest.

This punch hit Han Chen hard, but it passed through his body instantly like hitting cotton.

"Afterimage!"

Han Feng's pupils shrank, and his heart was awe-inspiring!

The next moment, a fierce wind came from behind and struck directly at the back of his head.

The speed is fast and furious, arriving in a blink of an eye.

Han Feng had no time to turn around, so he could only punch with his backhand and head towards the back to meet the attack.

The strong wind that was coming was so close that it changed its attack direction several times in an instant, but was eventually successfully intercepted by Han Feng.

"Bang...!"

A powerful spiritual power came, and Han Feng was shaken and leaned forward, so he had to take advantage of the situation and flip through the air to relieve most of the force.

Turning around and looking behind him, he saw Han Chen slowly retracting his palms, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"The perception is pretty good. Even when your back is turned, you can still block my palm."

Han Feng's face darkened slightly, as he realized for the first time how powerful Han Chen was.

The opponent's seemingly simple palm just now contained astonishing changes and power.

If one's own mental power does not reach the out-of-body state, even without vision, one can catch the trajectory of the opponent's palm, and this palm will be extremely difficult to prevent.

"Let me see how much more you can do?"

Han Chen said and moved again.

This time, his steps were elegant and his figure was as misty as smoke and shadow.

Suddenly, he came to Han Feng's side and swept his leg directly, causing a slight sonic boom.

Han Feng didn't dare to underestimate him, Bai Hong stepped out and punched at the same time.

The two fought again, each using their fists and kicks, and bursts of dull sounds suddenly erupted.

At the same time, the figures of the two of them were also extremely strange.

One is like a shadow moving sideways, flickering, and the other is misty like smoke, leaving no trace.

“What a fast pace!”

In the martial arts field, most people could only see two blurry figures moving quickly on the ring, and could not see the two men taking action at all.

In contrast, the elders in the spectator seats saw it more clearly.

A thin, yellow-faced old man stared at the ring at this moment, stroking his beard and marveling.

"Han Chen's Misty Step has also reached the subtle state, and his speed is even faster than Han Feng!"

Another elder also nodded.

"That's right, it's not just the speed. The spiritual power in Han Chen's body fluctuates slowly and continuously. He's not using his full strength at all. Han Feng is afraid that he won't be able to hold on for too long."

At this moment, Han Yunshan's eyes were fixed on the ring, and his expression was slightly worried.

On the arena, Han Feng and Han Chen both moved quickly using the subtle body movement technique, while constantly attacking each other.

However, Han Chen surpassed Han Feng in both speed and spiritual strength.

If this continues, the situation will naturally not be optimistic.

But beyond everyone's expectation, the battle in the ring lasted for a long time.

Although Han Feng is still at a disadvantage, there is still no sign of defeat.

Even Han Chen, who was fighting, was surprised.

He and Han Feng seemed to be just having a simple fist fight, but in fact, no matter the speed of his attacks or the strength of his spiritual power.

They are all secretly strengthening their efforts, trying to squeeze the limits of Korean style by "boiling a frog in warm water".

However, Han Feng has been able to hold on until now and still shows no signs of decline.

Obviously, the other party also had reservations and did not try his best.

"snort……!"

Naturally, Han Chen was extremely dissatisfied with such results.

With a cold snort, the palm that was originally sweeping out suddenly turned into a claw.

"Shocking Dragon Claw!"

With a low cry, a ray of silver light bloomed from his claws, his speed increased sharply, and he grabbed Han Feng's shoulder directly.

"call……!"

When this claw was used, it actually made a tiny sound of breaking through the air, bringing up a string of phantoms.

Han Feng also reacted instantly, twisted his body, and punched out, also flashing a silver light.

"Hanshan Fist!"

Two rays of silver light met like shooting stars, and a roar erupted.

"boom……!"

Silver light splashed, and the two of them actually took a step back.

Han Chen's face turned cold, and he used the Misty Step, with both claws coming out, making a sharp sound that broke through the air, and came straight towards Han Feng!

Han Feng did not dare to neglect, he immediately lowered his waist, put roots under his feet, and punched the claws roaring from all directions.

"Boom boom boom...!"

The shadow of the fist and the shadow of the claw collided fiercely, causing the sky to be filled with silver light!

Han Chen stepped on the Misty Steps and attacked Han Feng quickly, his claws almost forming a big net, covering his head and face.

However, Han Feng's feet stood on the ground at this moment, but they were like a rock.

The fists are as fast as lightning, but they also carry a rich and majestic aura, using offense as defense.

Han Feng's fists also contained the hidden strength of the thunderbolt force.

Although An Jin could not penetrate into Han Chen's body, it was able to resist all Han Chen's sharp claws.

The two of them attacked and defended. Han Chen still took the initiative, but was unable to shake Han Feng for a while.
To be continued...