Fine beads of sweat seeped from Lin Yue's forehead, and his arms gradually ached with each successive clash.
The Mountain Collapse Fist already consumed enormous amounts of internal energy. Now, having to contend with both his opponent's heavy palm strikes and their treacherous angles, he felt pressure bearing down on him like Mount Tai.
Yet his fists never stopped, and his gaze only grew sharper.
Their exchanges had given him a grasp of his opponent's methods. Li Mengchao was strong, but not unbeatable.
"Whew..."
Taking advantage of a moment of retreat, Lin Yue drew a deep breath and suppressed the aching numbness in his arms. Instead, a battle-hungry smile curled his lips.
He had originally worried that Li Mengchao would crush him the way Qin Yu had overwhelmed Yang Jing. After all, his master had specifically warned him to exercise extreme caution if he faced this man.
Now, it seemed that although his opponent was a notch stronger, he was nowhere near impossible to contend with.
"Again!"
Lin Yue gave a low shout, his internal energy whirling rapidly through his dantian,
and unleashed the Stone Splitting Stance of the Mountain Collapse Fist at full power, sweeping his fist out with the might to shatter mountains and rocks.
This punch no longer sought speed. Instead, he concentrated all his internal energy into his knuckles, determined to break finesse with force.
A hint of amusement flashed through Li Mengchao's eyes. Then he raised his right palm again, the pale golden halo growing more distinct.
The dull thuds of fists meeting palms echoed continually across the arena. Lin Yue's Mountain Collapse Fist grew increasingly fierce, his punches roaring like thunder, each one carrying his full strength.
He could feel the weight of Li Mengchao's palm strikes, but they remained within what he could