Cough, cough!
Li Qing and Wu Yang each landed more than a dozen punches on the other. The pain coursing through their bodies forced them apart.
Pain!
That was the first thought in both their minds. The other's fists hurt far too much when they landed!
However, Li Qing, who had cultivated the Golden Body Technique, was clearly more able to take a beating.
Wu Yang, on the other hand, kept coughing after forcibly taking Li Qing's tiger fists. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Good, good, good! The name Fierce Tiger truly is no empty boast. With blood and vitality this vigorous, no wonder you aspire to the realm of Martial Arts Grandmaster."
Having drunk Tiger Bone Health Preserving Wine for nearly three years, Li Qing's blood and vitality now far surpassed that of anyone his age, leaving Wu Yang utterly alarmed.
As the saying went, fists feared the young and strong. But Wu Yang was no decrepit old martial artist. Just over thirty, he was still in the prime of his life. Who could have known that he would encounter a monster like Li Qing today?
Li Qing said nothing, but his gaze remained incomparably grave as he stared at Qingzhou's Number One Fist before him.
In a year of trials, this was the most troublesome opponent he had ever encountered. His fist force was tricky and vicious, while his explosive power at close range was even more outrageous.
No wonder Hong Zhentian had sent him to Qingzhou for training. Those Martial Artists who could claim first place in some field of martial arts truly were not undeserving of their reputations.
After a long time, once his breathing had steadied, Li Qing let out a low roar.
"Again!"
Wu Yang's expression shifted slightly, but he showed