Yang Jing had originally wanted to enjoy another exhilarating bout with Chu Yunhai.
But now that Chu Yunhai had stopped concealing his strength and intended to end the fight with his superior speed, Yang Jing had no reason to hold anything back either.
The three fused streams of internal qi in his dantian surged into motion. He drove the mental method of Crossing the River to its limit, his meridians seeming to widen by several tenths as internal qi rushed through them like a river bursting its banks.
Yang Jing's speed abruptly increased. His figure became a streak of black lightning, just a shade faster than Chu Yunhai.
Their fists and palms collided again with a thunderous clang, sending waves of air rolling outward.
Chu Yunhai's advantage in speed vanished in an instant. Instead, Yang Jing's swift punches forced him to retreat again and again.
At the same time, Chu Yunhai drove Limitless Body at full power. A lustrous white halo rose around him, and his speed increased once more, almost catching up with Yang Jing's rhythm.
The two became streaks of afterimages on the platform. Shadows of fists and gusts from palms wove into a net, each collision making the bluestone slabs tremble and sending dust flying.
Yang Jing's Mountain-Splitting Seal was fierce and domineering. His punches bore the weight of mountains, each carrying the might to cleave peaks and shatter stone.
Chu Yunhai's Astral-Refining Palm, meanwhile, was supple and insidious. Its gusts were like blades, designed to pierce defenses formed from internal qi.
They traded exquisite moves back and forth, leaving the spectators below dazzled.
Their clash became a deadlock once again. Yang Jing held a slight initiative thanks to his marginal advantage in speed, but it was hardly decisive, and the outcome remained shrouded in uncertainty.
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