On the arena, the two had already exchanged over a hundred moves, and their stamina had been greatly depleted.
Although Yang Yunxing had adopted a defensive stance, Feng Lang's tempestuous barrage forced him to give it his all. After such a battle, he too was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Fortunately, his foundation was solid, and with Cloud Hands to aid him, his movements remained steady even beneath such ferocious attacks.
Feng Lang's offensive was fierce, and his exhaustion was even greater. His body was soaked through with sweat, his breathing had grown ragged, and the force of his attacks had weakened compared to before.
After attacking repeatedly without success, Feng Lang saw that Yang Yunxing had defended without counterattacking the entire time. He understood his opponent's intentions and sneered. "Trying to wear down my stamina? Then let's see how long you can keep defending!"
With that, Feng Lang launched another assault. His strength and speed both surged, his attacks becoming even more violent, as though he had gone mad.
Yang Yunxing gritted his teeth and tightened his defense. His hands were like two gates, sealing off every path of attack, while his feet moved through the Nine Palaces, shifting deftly to neutralize Feng Lang's frenzied assault.
Feng Lang roared furiously, his eyes bloodshot. His attacks rolled on like unending mountains, layers upon layers of claw shadows accompanied by ceaseless cries through the air.
Yet no matter how enraged he became, Yang Yunxing remained unmoved. He refused to meet him head-on, instead using skillful Fist Techniques to fend him off, making Feng Lang increasingly furious, like a lion driven to rage.
However, Feng Lang's attack power clearly could not be sustained. Before long, it began to weaken. His breathing grew heavier, as though he had expended too much stamina