"You're this powerful? What kind of Martial Arts do you even cultivate?"
Kong Yu seemed to snap out of their frenzied exchange, his face a mask of disbelief.
He had a Lower A-class Root Bone, making it easier for him to temper his Physique than for the average person. But after trading just over twenty blows with Xu Yang, his arms had actually started to crack.
Now, his arms trembled faintly. The piercing pain made his vision darken, and he felt that if they continued to clash head-on, his arms would be pulverized.
Xu Yang ignored him. His expression only grew colder as he strode forward to finish him off.
'His defeat is already apparent. I need to make sure he doesn't escape.'
His fists, covered in Gang Qi and carrying immense Force, blasted forward, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Kong Yu's expression changed drastically. He no longer dared to meet Xu Yang head-on. He sidestepped to reposition himself and threw a horizontal punch at Xu Yang's temple, his fist like an iron drill.
