Lin Xuan actually wants to give up his advantage and use fist techniques to contend with Ouyang Feng.
Isn't this a death wish?
After all, Ouyang Feng is most skilled in terrifying fist techniques!
Upon hearing this, a cold sneer appeared at the corner of Ouyang Feng's mouth: "Foolish child, since you're looking to die, I'll gladly oblige!"
To be honest, he was about to go mad with anger.
The other party dared to underestimate him like this; he must kill him here.
On the other side, Ouyang Feng's companion, Sun Yang, also sneered in disdain.
"What a fool!"
"He doesn't use his good swordsmanship, yet dares to compete in fist techniques with Ouyang Feng?"
"It seems this boy is really doomed!"
Seeing Lin Xuan abandon his longsword and instead compete in fist techniques, Ouyang Feng let out a wild laugh.
Then he swung his fists, the White Tiger Divine Fist surged forth, a frightening White Tiger Illusion swiftly attacked.
