"Hiss—"
"This, this, this—"
"That's 'Mantis Fist'!"
"That's 'Guangling Flower Fist'!"
"That's 'Nine Palace Capturing Fall Hand'!"
"Not right!"
"Not right!"
"That's still 'Butterfly Palm'!"
...
Below the stage.
Led by Luo Bing and Wang Can, a group of old school martial artists looked at the stage, where Huo Zhen's boxing style suddenly changed. Sometimes it seemed like 'Mantis Fist', sometimes like 'Guangling Flower Fist', and sometimes like 'Nine Palace Capturing Fall Hand'. At first glance, it seemed like none of these styles. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was still 'Butterfly Palm'—
The palm was like a butterfly!
"A butterfly showing pride among the flowers, defending against enemies under the moonless night."
"Killer strikes lurking below, the butterfly dances before the flowers, making enemies lose courage."
At this moment, Huo Zhen resembled a butterfly gracefully dancing among the blossoms, full of spirit and with a lively presence.
