A powerful, crystalline, golden fist-shaped shadow appeared, almost tangible.

Han Qinghui snorted coldly, "Golden Glazed Light Fist? So what? Watch my Heaven-Piercing Finger."

With a flick of his finger, a colossal pillar of ice, as tall as a celestial pillar, appeared and hurtled towards the glazed fist shadow.

Bang bang bang.

Click.

A series of enormous, explosive sounds continued, accompanied by cracking noises.

The huge ice pillar was seen breaking apart continuously.

The glass fist shadow was even more pathetic and quickly collapsed.

Han Qinghui won this move decisively. He laughed and dispelled the ice pillars. "Haha, this is my turn for the third move, Annihilation Finger."

With a light tap, a finger shadow carrying an aura of bone-chilling cold appeared, its size incomparable to the previous Heaven-Piercing Finger.

However, the power contained in this finger shadow is far greater than the former, especially the chilling aura that can annihilate all life.

Yunxiao's expression turned serious; Han Qinghui was getting serious.

His clenched fist suddenly shone brightly, radiating light and shining like the sun.

Yunxiao roared, "Radiant Sun Flowing Light Fist!"

What he unleashed was not a fist shadow, but a radiant sun.

On one side is the cold, desolate shadow that silences all things; on the other is the blazing sun that represents life and hope.

Looking at the two, Shang Ziming asked Qin Feng with great interest.

"Brother Qin, these two are evenly matched in terms of power and might. Who do you think will win?"

Qin Feng gazed at the two figures drawing ever closer in the sky and said calmly, "Brother Shang is testing me. Of course, it's Han Qinghui's Annihilation Finger that will win."

Shang Ziming smiled and asked, "Oh, why is that?"

Qin Feng shook his head and slowly said:

"Just as you just said, the two are about the same in terms of power and might."

To be precise, Yunxiao's Bright Sun Flowing Light Fist is more powerful, but its energy is too dispersed compared to the Annihilation Finger, which puts it at a disadvantage.

No sooner had Qin Feng finished speaking than the shadows of his fingers and fists collided.

Extreme cold and intense heat energies intertwined, producing a sizzling sound.

At first, the fist shadow came on strong and gained the upper hand, but for some reason it ran out of steam.

The result was just as Qin Feng had predicted.