In the vast martial training field, Pang Feng's martial arts had fully unfolded.
In the eyes of the spectators, they could see only a shadow, resembling a dragon, a tiger, a bear, a snake; Pang Feng's display of the twelve forms of Intention Boxing was incredibly lifelike. Even more terrifying was the fearsome power of his fists, with the fists appearing in the air, the fist wind bursting forth like a mountainside collapsing, like cannon fire, as heavy as Mount Tai bearing down, like iron chains spanning a river.
This intense oppressive force made the spectators, standing more than a dozen yards away, feel a bone-chilling cold and dare not venture a step closer. Those with a slightly weaker cultivation base had to retreat even further back.
"Boom!"
Another loud blast resounded as the onlookers saw a fist explode in the air; the burst of sound was sharp and piercing, striking terror into the hearts of all.
"Roar!" With a roar, Pang Feng bellowed.