That figure's strike missed. He hadn't expected this brat to move so swiftly. Refusing to give up his attack, he sprang up from the icy ground and turned into a gray-black shadow as he lunged at Jazz.
"!!" Having just rolled away in a miserable dodge, Jazz sensed the opponent's chilling killing intent and was immediately startled. He hurriedly pushed himself off the ground with one palm, leapt up, and thrust his other palm toward the attacker with force.
"Fish-Man Karate: Three Thousand Tiles!"
Ronglin nodded in satisfaction. He had sensed this mysterious attacker long ago, but he had still let Jazz take the field because he wanted him to experience the realities of being ambushed in combat. Jazz's series of reactions had left him quite satisfied.
As the Black Shadow rushed in, he saw Jazz unleash a spiraling shockwave from his palm in midair. While still airborne, he suddenly struck out, slamming both palms flat and sending an even fiercer shockwave crashing back.
"Eight-Impact Fist!"
A savage, spreading shockwave erupted. Jazz's attack was instantly scattered, and he suddenly felt an immensely terrifying force bearing down on him, engulfing him from all directions.
Amid that dreadful power, Jazz felt the force that could tear him apart, fear rising in his heart. Still, he gritted his teeth and gathered all his strength again, desperately resisting it.
"Boom!"
Within the violent shockwave, a fist shot out, actually pushing through layer after layer of airwaves as it attacked the figure. But the figure struck out as well, sending a jet-black fist smashing directly into Jazz's fist.
"Crack!"
Jazz let out a muffled groan. His fist cracked sharply; the bones were probably shattered. At that moment, surging, overwhelming force poured wildly from that black fist. Jazz flew backward while coughing up blood, utterly horrified.