C25 'han Feng's Punch.'

As their fists met, the faint black and white glow on Han Feng's fist went unnoticed. It was simply too dim and insignificant beneath the brilliance of Zhou Yifan's golden spiritual energy.

"You've got some nerve, but for the next half month, I bet you'll be nursing those fists in a cast!"

"Does Han Feng have a death wish? To trade punches with Zhou Yifan, who possesses a Spiritual Spin