Xu Guangwei took a deep breath, suppressed the tangled thoughts in his heart, and moved again with a vicious grin.
He was faster now, roaming around Yang Jing like a gray shadow. His claw techniques were cunning and ruthless, targeting weak points such as joints and the ribs. Cold light flickered at his fingertips; he was clearly holding nothing back.
Yang Jing remained unhurried. Using the footwork of Surging Wave Leg, he moved unpredictably, narrowly evading his opponent's treacherous attacks.
At the same time, he clenched both fists and unleashed one Mountain Collapse Fist strike after another.
His Fist Wind whistled through the air, fierce and powerful, guarding his entire body so tightly that not even a breath of wind could get through.
Every clash of fist and claw produced a dull impact, while the force beneath their feet made the arena's wooden boards creak.
The longer Xu Guangwei fought, the more alarmed he became.
He had assumed that Yang Jing's internal energy must have been severely depleted after so many fierce battles, and that a little pressure would be enough to crush him.
Yet Yang Jing's internal energy showed no sign of drying up. Instead, it was astonishingly deep, and every punch landed heavier than the last. His fists were even beginning to suppress Xu Guangwei's claw techniques.
"Impossible!"
Xu Guangwei growled and abruptly changed his attack, his claw techniques becoming even more sinister. His left claw feinted to draw Yang Jing's attention, while his right shot straight for Yang Jing's heart like a venomous snake darting from its hole.
The strike was lightning-fast and came from an exceptionally tricky angle.
Yang Jing's pupils contracted slightly. Rather than retreat, he advanced, tracing a strange arc with his Surging Wave Leg footwork and narrowly dodging the lethal claw.
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