The rules of the martial arts world, fighting for leadership.
If Yang Fei wanted the people of the Eight Great Holy Lands of Martial Arts to revere him as the Alliance Hierarch, he had to earn their respect.
Yang Fei shouted loudly, and his palm stance suddenly accelerated several times over.
His movements were as quick as lightning, exchanging blows with each person who came at him.
Five or six Great Grandmasters felt his formidable power immediately.
Yang Fei still repelled his enemies with one palm, but his palm strength was as irresistible as a raging sea.
An immense adhesive force left everyone red-faced and out of breath, struggling to keep up.
Everyone watched in astonishment as Yang Fei kept his left hand behind his back, handling the group effortlessly with a single hand.
Everyone's faces burned with shame.
Even if they lost, they couldn't lose in such an embarrassing manner; they had to force him to use his left hand.
