Black and White Three

As Ouyang dodged, Han Sen's fist froze in the air.

It was obvious that if this punch was a black one, Han Sen would not be able to stop it, which meant it was a white fist.

"Why... why is it a white fist..." Ouyang's confidence was smashed by this white fist.

Exactly the same way of using his strength, and Ouyang had made the same judgment. Only this time, he acted against his own judgment. However, he was still wrong.

This white fist that had stopped half way was harder on him than a thousand actual punches.

"Why did you use a white fist?" Staring at Han Sen, Ouyang wanted to know the answer.

"There are three levels in black and white boxing: observing the people, observing the heart and observing the body. You are still observing the body. And I am beginning to observe the heart. That's why I won." Han Sen smiled at Ouyang. "Remember to register for the competition and pay me back for the room next time we meet again."