In Xi Dingzhou, near a lake.
Wang Anfeng uttered a low yell as he attacked Xue Qinshuang with Shaolin Changquan in front of him. Although the moves of Shaolin Changquan were simple, they contained an inexplicable depth of craftsmanship, a far cry from his green and unripe style of four or five years ago.
However, he still failed to overcome Xue Qinshuang.
Neither of them fully utilized their Inner Strength. What was supposed to be a sparring session looked more like two martial artists practicing the same martial arts techniques, feeding each other moves that were expertly executed, appearing rather plain to the onlooker.
As the sparring turned dull, both retracted their moves simultaneously. Wang Anfeng, looking somewhat helpless, shook his fists and ruefully said, "I've never been able to beat you before, and now I still can't see where your limits lie."
Xue Qinshuang laughed and said,
