Feng Chao opened with the most ferocious attack.
The moment his words fell, his body became an afterimage as he soared into the air. Then, with a seemingly simple kick, he cleaved down toward Lu Ming.
Yet this simple move carried extraordinary power.
Before the kick had even descended halfway, Lu Ming felt a crushing pressure bearing down on him, so heavy it left him unable to breathe.
It was as though a great mountain were crashing down upon him.
"That's momentum!"
Overlord Saber Li Yishan exclaimed from the VIP seats.
In truth, he was not the only one. Everyone present with profound cultivation and broad knowledge saw the brilliance hidden within Feng Chao's simple kick.
Momentum was formless and intangible. A palm had palm momentum, and naturally, a leg had leg momentum as well.
Some people struck with their palms like surging rivers and roaring seas, while others needed only a simple downward kick to press upon their opponents like a mountain overhead, leaving them unable to resist in the slightest.
That was momentum.
Unless one possessed exceptional talent and astonishing comprehension, it was simply impossible to grasp.
It could be said that anyone who comprehended momentum was surely a genius.
"Unbelievable. Who would have thought that even a disciple ranked eleventh in Wuji Sect's Inner Sect would possess such talent!"
The Nanhua Merchant Alliance's steward also let out an astonished sigh.
Beside him, Patriarch Zongzheng looked worriedly toward his son, unsure whether he could withstand it.
"This match is over."
The Wuji Sect elders were also delighted that another remarkable genius had emerged from their sect, and they sighed with feeling.
Yet what stunned them next was that beneath such an overwhelming kick, Lu Ming, Feng Chao's opponent, actually remained calm.
Lu Ming stood like a towering mountain,