The instant Zhang Han was shaken, a glint flashed in Yang Jing's eyes. 'The purpose of honing my Mountain-Breaking Seal has been achieved,' he thought. 'It's time to end this fight.'
Zhang Han gritted his teeth and poured all his remaining Inner Strength into his right fist. He unleashed his ace in the hole, the Peak-Splitting Fist. The wind from the blow howled with desperate ferocity as it smashed toward Yang Jing's chest.
Yang Jing neither dodged nor evaded, his feet firmly rooted to the cyan stone slabs. His Inner Strength surged as he channeled the Mountain-Breaking Seal to its absolute limit.
He threw a punch of his own, the edge of his fist seeming to hold the power of a collapsing mountain as it smashed violently against Zhang Han's.
"BOOM—!"
A deafening explosion erupted. A powerful shockwave radiated from the two fighters, kicking up debris and dust from the cyan stone slabs.
