Yang Jing opened his mouth as if to say something, but Xu Hong had already stepped onto the platform, so he simply closed it again.
On the platform, Xu Hong stood with his fist cupped in his hand, his voice grave. "Sun's Martial Arts Hall. Xu Hong."
Li Mengchao noted his pale complexion and raised an eyebrow. "Li Family. Li Mengchao."
Xu Hong didn't reply. He simply settled into the opening stance of the Mountain-Shattering Fist. He knew his chances of victory were slim, but he wanted to hold on as long as he could—for the Martial Arts Hall, and for Yang Jing.
On the platform.
Xu Hong sank his waist and rooted his stance. He held the opening posture of the Mountain-Shattering Fist with unwavering stability as Dark Energy circulated through his meridians.
Although his injuries had mostly recovered, the hidden ailment from his previous attempt to break through to the next realm remained, causing a slight stagnation whenever he circulated his Inner Strength.
