As their fierce exchange raged on, Sun Yong suddenly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying a penetrating force. "Pay close attention to what you feel."
Yang Jing's spirits sharpened. All his attention focused in an instant, his eyes fixed on his master as even his breathing unconsciously slowed.
Sun Yong abandoned his purely defensive stance. His right foot shifted slightly backward, his waist twisted gently, and his right hand slowly closed into a fist.
It was the same opening stance of the Mountain Collapse Fist, yet in his hands, it seemed to contain some profound and mysterious truth.
Before the punch was unleashed, an aura as weighty as a mountain had already spread around him. His fist merely pushed forward slowly, yet to Yang Jing, it was as though Mount Tai were bearing down upon his head, impossible to evade.
Was this the true essence of the Mountain Collapse Fist?
Shaken to his core, Yang Jing instinctively met it with a punch of his own.
He wanted to see exactly how his Mountain Collapse Fist differed from that of a transforming strength expert.
When their fists were still an inch apart, Yang Jing suddenly felt an exceptionally pure force pierce the air. Like invisible needles, it burrowed inward along the meridians of his arm.
The force seemed gentle, yet possessed a sharpness that could pierce anything. Wherever it passed, the hidden strength that had been circulating smoothly inside him began to falter.
Was this the transforming strength ability to penetrate the body and injure an opponent? Yang Jing's heart tightened. He hurriedly concentrated on stabilizing his internal energy, trying to resist.
The next instant, their fists collided with a crash.
Thud!
A muffled impact sounded. Yang Jing felt an irresistible torrent of power surge through his fist, far more concentrated