At Moonwatch Mountain, atop the vast arena in the summit plaza.
Chen Chu unleashed every ounce of combat power he could muster in the true qi realm.
True qi surged and roared around him. His strikes were fierce, each carrying tremendous might, his relentless attacks piling upon one another as he tried to tear open a gap in Jiang Yun's defenses and find a sliver of opportunity.
Yet no matter how savage his attacks or how exquisite his moves, Jiang Yun stood firm before him, poised and unhurried. His palm technique flowed like drifting clouds and running water, quietly blocking, dismantling, and neutralizing every furious strike.
His seemingly unremarkable palm movements held exquisite control of force and methods of circulating true qi, sealing off every route of Chen Chu's attacks with perfect precision.
No matter how fiercely Chen Chu attacked, he could not advance even half a step, let alone touch the three-foot field of qi surrounding Jiang Yun.
This deadlocked exchange of attack and defense continued for dozens of moves.
On the surface, they seemed evenly matched, locked in a stubborn struggle.
In truth, the outcome was already clear. Jiang Yun was merely holding back and had not exerted himself, which was why the battle had yet to be decided.
Just then, Jiang Yun's cool brows shifted slightly. A faint solemnity settled over his calm expression, and his relaxed presence abruptly tightened.
He still did not reach for the longsword strapped to his back, remaining barehanded. Yet the quality of the true qi circulating around him quietly underwent a fundamental change, becoming refined, weighty, and dense, with an unfathomable pressure.
In the next instant, Jiang Yun darted forward of his own accord. No longer defending passively, he met fist with palm and confronted Chen Chu's all-out attacks head-on.
**Bang!