Invincible Immortal Emperor Reborn In City

After finishing the Freedom Fist, Lee Ding slowly stopped and looked at Chen Feng.    

    

"Senior, how is it?"    

    

He believed that with Chen Feng's strength and knowledge, just one look was enough.    

    

Chen Feng shook his head lightly. "Generally speaking, meeting strong people is better than bullying the weak and fearing the strong."    

    

Lee Ding's old face stiffened, then he became a little embarrassed and smiled bitterly.    

    

Chen Feng's words hit the nail on the head.    

    

Freedom Extreme Fist bullied those who were weaker than him, just like cutting melons and vegetables.    

    

However, when it came to those who were stronger than him, they would be powerless and lose in the end.    

    

This was because when the Ultimate Fist of Freedom fought to its peak, it had to rely on instinct to fight back against the opponent.    

    

There was a problem with the limit of reaction.    

    

If the opponent's speed and strength exceeded the limit of one's reaction, how could one fight back?    

    

If one was injured by the opponent before instinctively fighting back, what use would that be?    

    

However, if one encountered those weaker than oneself, mainly martial artists, they would be easily defeated by counterattacking before the opponent came into contact with them.    

    

Therefore, this Fist Style was indeed a set of Fist Style that bullied the weak and feared the strong.    

    

Of course, it was just a relative comparison. Lee Ding was very strong at his peak. There were very few Cultivator in Huaxia that could be stronger than him in the same realm.    

    

"I can help you make up for the flaws in your technique."    

    

Chen Feng's words made Lee Ding look grateful and delighted.    

    

"However, the meaning of this Fist Style is inferior to the original one, but it's good as an auxiliary Fist Style."    

    

When it came to attacking, this Fist Style was lacking.    

    

The Fist Style that relied on defense and counterattack was more suitable as an auxiliary Fist Style. In terms of training the instinctive reaction of the body, this Fist Style still had its merits.    

    

"What you need to do is to improve your body's attributes as much as possible. Only then can you maximize the power and effect of this Fist Style."    

    

"But you are already old, and your body's potential has been exhausted. This path is no longer feasible."    

    

Lee Ding nodded helplessly and sighed. He cupped his fists at Chen Feng and said, "Senior, you have helped me improve the Ultimate Fist of Freedom. I, Lee Ding, am very grateful for that."    

    

Chen Feng nodded and said, "You can go and cultivate now. The improved Fist Style will be given to you in five days."    

    

"Yes." Lee Ding bowed respectfully, then turned around and brought Lu Yi to find a place to sit down, and began to teach him cultivation techniques.    

    

Chen Feng turned around and left, and soon arrived at the Spirit Spring's side.    

    

Seeing that Saria and Lu Baiwei were no longer in the pond, he took off his clothes and soaked himself in it.    

    

In the Western World, on the square in front of the Shrine's main gate, a man with the face of China appeared. He looked to be in his thirties.    

    

He wore a black casual suit with a cut. He looked very energetic as he slowly walked towards the Shrine's main gate.    

    

His appearance was not outstanding, but his cold and emotionless eyes made those who were looked at by him shiver.    

    

Two rows of guards wearing silver armor and holding long spears in front of the Shrine's gate immediately became alert when they saw that he had come with ill intentions.    

    

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"    

    

The guard captain strode towards him and asked loudly in English.    

    

"Call the Blood Lion out." The man replied expressionlessly. His cold tone made the guard captain feel cold all over.    

    

"Report your name first." The guard captain frowned and shouted.    

    

"You, don't deserve to know" The man expressionlessly raised his hand and slapped the captain's face, sending him flying.    

    

"Swish!"    

    

The two rows of guards immediately put down their long spears and surrounded the man.    

    

"All of you, back off!"    

    

The captain of the guards who had fallen to the ground struggled to get up and roared at the top of his lungs.    

    

When he released his inner strength, the man was actually Grandmaster!    

    

If these guards attacked together, they would only die faster.