Nangong Wuliang did not use weapons, because he felt that it was not necessary, and it was more than enough to deal with a grandmaster in the later stage with his pair of meat fists.

But is that really the case?

Facing this menacing punch, Song Yan stepped out.

"Boom!"

The fist scraped past his face, with a thick heat, but the punch was still empty.

A punch missed, Nangong Wuliang was a little surprised, the fist turned into a sweep, and at the same time, the true qi in the body exploded, and the whole ......