Qu Yaohui's gaze turned utterly cold, without the slightest trace of testing intent remaining.
His figure blurred as he lunged forward again, his aura abruptly changing.
Like a volcanic eruption—fierce and violent!
His palms glowed red like branding irons, his sinews and bones ringing together like muffled rolling thunder. Carrying an unstoppable force that could wither the dead and pull apart the rotten, his palms struck out in a relentless chain.
The palm wind howled, actually producing a deep roar like mountains collapsing and seas surging!
Pine Mountain Breaker Hand! Ten Thousand Ravine Thunder Sound!
Before the palms arrived, the violent pressure had already constricted Chen Qing's breathing.
This was pure force bearing down on him, as though it would smash Chen Qing and the arena beneath his feet to pieces together!
A sharp gleam burst from Chen Qing's eyes. His footwork instantly became elusive and unpredictable, like a Spirit Monkey Leaps the Ravine, shifting and turning within a tiny space as he narrowly evaded the twin palms capable of Splitting Stele and Cracking Stone.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Qu Yaohui's palm force struck empty air and slammed heavily into the arena's blue bricks, sending shattered stones spraying everywhere! One shocking palm-print crater after another was left behind.
As Chen Qing dodged, his Tongbei Fist shifted from supple to rigid. His arms were like steel whips and iron chains, slipping through openings with vicious precision—pointing, jabbing, brushing, sweeping—attacking Qu Yaohui's joints, acupoints, and nodes where Qi and Blood circulated.
His Internal Force was condensed like needles, immensely penetrating, and even faster than lightning.
Every strike forced Qu Yaohui to defend or alter his move, leaving him unable to unleash his fierce palm force to its fullest.
For a time, figures flew across the arena as fierce winds surged.
The peerlessly fierce