Chu Qing and Sima Qingshan clashed once more.
But this time, Chu Qing did not use any secret arts. He merely threw punches and kicks.
His speed had reached its limit.
Even with his secret arts running, Sima Qingshan was ultimately a fraction slower.
That tiny sliver of difference let Chu Qing's fist land first.
Flesh exploded, and sinews and bones cracked.
At the same time:
Sima Qingshan's Emperor's Violent Fist struck Chu Qing as well; his flesh exploded and his sinews and bones split apart too.
The two of them flew backward like cannonballs, smashing into the ground and gouging out two huge craters.
The very next instant, they both shot out of the craters and charged at each other.
As they lunged through the air to kill one another, their flesh regrew and their sinews and bones healed.
In the blink of an eye, both had returned to peak condition.
Fists and kicks collided, sending flesh flying everywhere.
This time, Sima Qingshan also abandoned his secret arts. He simply unleashed his strength, relying on his physique to trade blows with Chu Qing.
Chu Qing punched Sima Qingshan.
Sima Qingshan punched Chu Qing.
The two stood where they were, engaging in the most primitive, crude, and violent exchange of blows.
The sight left everyone dumbstruck.
Good heavens!
Top Experts could fight like this?
Wasn't this complete nonsense?
Yet they also realized that the two possessed too many secret arts to count.
Trying to defeat the other with secret arts would probably leave them unable to determine a victor even after three days and three nights.
Only by clashing with the most fundamental violence could they swiftly decide life and death.
One minute...
The faces of the many experts turned grim.
Their fists were so fast that they could strike