Martial Ambitions, Among Any Three, There Is Always One Who Can Be My Teacher!

Boom!

The air exploded with a thunderous crack.

Two blurred figures, one shrouded in dazzling golden radiance and the other in red blood qi, rapidly closed in before colliding with a massive burst of sound.

The two burly men savagely exchanged blows. Fists, palms, fingers, elbows—one attack after another came without pause. After trading over a dozen strikes, every blow had met head-on, without the slightest trickery.

Whenever their fists and feet collided, it was like two enormous boulders crashing together, repeatedly producing the ring of metal striking stone.

The many onlookers around them had already been left dumbstruck.

Yue Fei now appeared like a War God. The eight characters across his chest and back occasionally glimmered as he attacked, concentrating a special force into his fists and feet. Time and again, he unleashed power like towering waves, actually matching the Black Wind Stronghold Master in direct confrontation.

"Today's battle has not been in vain. Let us stop here!"

Jiang Dali laughed loudly. Leaping like a tiger and charging like a wolf, he twisted his left fist while his right fist shot out like a cannonball. A deep dragon's roar seemed to sound from within his muscles and bones.

A vast surge of force condensed in the air into a dragon-shaped vortex.

"Good! My horse flies swift as the Dilu!"

Yue Fei laughed with soaring battle intent. His legs stamped across the ground as swiftly as horse hooves, blasting out shallow pits with every thunderous step as he charged at Jiang Dali.

A grim and valiant aura rose from Yue Fei's body. Astonishing currents of air crazily converged upon the fist edge swung out by his hands, like a bow being drawn to fire an arrow.

"My bow is like thunder, its string a startling crack!"

Ferocious and abundant true