No. 1 Core Stronghold.
With the dark-gold gloves on, Ma Biao's overall combat strength rose a notch.
As his arms swept through the air, fierce palm winds howled. Every strike of his Split Stele Palm possessed not only its former crushing weight, but an added layer of bone-chilling sharpness.
Forged from a special dark metal, the treasure gloves perfectly channeled and amplified his true qi, pushing the ferocious might of his Split Stele Palm to even more terrifying heights.
Where the Palm Force landed, the air exploded violently. Even the space around it seemed to ripple with layers of black waves. The air pressure across the battlefield dropped, carrying a suffocating weight as it hurtled viciously toward Yang Jing.
Facing Ma Biao's savage onslaught, Yang Jing remained composed, his three types of true qi circulating in a highly fused state.
Vast reserves of pure true qi surged steadily through his meridians, cycling without interruption or the slightest sluggishness.
He turned his wrists and set his fists, instantly unleashing the Mountain-Splitting Seal. Gold gathered over his knuckles, his force heavy as a mountain, and his incomparably fierce fist technique erupted head-on against Ma Biao's crushing tide of palms!
Boom!
His mighty fist force collided fiercely with the amplified Split Stele Palm!
Two vast, opposing forces of gold and black exploded, crashing wildly against each other. A powerful ring of shockwaves burst from the center of their clash.
The hard bluestone paving cracked layer after layer, fractures spreading like spiderwebs. Countless chunks of stone and earth were hurled in every direction by the savage force, filling the air. The beams and pillars of nearby buildings shook without cease, debris raining down as the battlefield descended into turmoil and wreckage.
The force slowly dissipated. Both men retreated several steps before steadying themselves.
Yang