Yang Jing picked up where the other man left off, leaving him no room for hypocritical maneuvering.
Enraged by Yang Jing's unyielding attitude, Zhang He could no longer maintain his gentle, magnanimous senior-disciple facade. His expression darkened like storm water, and his aura suddenly turned fierce and domineering. Surging true qi churned within him, gathering for an eruption.
His gaze was sharp as a blade as he fixed Yang Jing with a cold glare and barked, "All talk and no action makes you a sham! Since you refuse discipline and insist on being unruly, I'll personally teach you a proper lesson today!"
Before his words had finished, Zhang He exploded into motion!
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His abundant true qi burst forth in an instant. The air around him shook violently, and loose stones trembled on the ground.
He abruptly executed his footwork, covering several yards in a single stride. Swift as an arrow, he appeared directly in front of Yang Jing!
Without any preliminary probing, he raised his hand and unleashed a fierce, domineering palm strike!
His five fingers pressed together, his palm bore down with the weight of a mountain.
The dense true qi condensed in his palm gave off a faint glow. Carrying a vast, crushing downward force and a piercing howl as it tore through the air, it descended like a towering mountain toppling from the sky.
With an overbearing might that could suppress everything, it chopped straight down toward Yang Jing's head and shoulder!
Palm wind howled and force ran rampant. The dense true qi drove the surrounding air into violent turmoil, its might terrifying and utterly domineering.
The academy disciples nearby had originally stopped at the commotion merely to watch. When they saw Zhang He erupt into action at a disagreement, unleashing such a vicious palm strike,