Bang!!
On the beach, two figures crashed violently together.
Lu Sheng's palms were like blades, chopping repeatedly against Gongsun Zhang Lan's arms. A succession of heavy impacts—bang bang bang bang—rolled through the surrounding forest like muffled thunder.
Ha!!
Gongsun Zhang Lan was forced back again and again, rage flaring in his chest. With a roar, he raised eighty percent of his Profound Origin Palm force, gathering it into one hand before fiercely striking at Lu Sheng's temple.
If that blow landed squarely, Lu Sheng's brains would burst from his skull on the spot.
"Red Zenith!" Lu Sheng's palms turned a deep crimson. Veins stood out across the skin of his arms, and a streak of blood ran straight up to his brow, faintly forming the character for "river" between his eyes.
His right palm trembled as he met the attack head-on.
Bang! Another muffled crash rang out, and both men retreated more than ten paces.
From the moment Lu Sheng had shot across the water, skimming over the shallows, to their dozen-odd exchanges without a clear victor, only a few breaths had passed.
"Good, good, good! As expected of an expert valued by Hong Mingzi. This old man underestimated you!" Gongsun Zhang Lan raised his right arm and looked at his tattered sleeve, a flash of green passing over his face.
Even now, he could feel a burning pain in his palm. It was exactly the same as when he had fought Hong Mingzi. How could he not realize by now that Hong Mingzi had passed the Red Zenith Heart Method to Lu Sheng?
Lu Sheng likewise glanced at his shredded sleeve and bared his teeth in a grin.
"Gang Lord Gongsun truly remained vigorous in old age, to block my surprise attack. I had thought I could avoid using