Shaking Waves Pushing Against the Tide

Chen Chuan did not ease his assault because Scarlson retreated. Almost the instant the latter pulled back, he pressed close, his fists and kicks raining down relentlessly upon him.

Scarlson truly lived up to his reputation as a renowned Fighter. He constantly pulled away, using space and limited turns to gain the slightest chance to catch his breath.

Over the next half minute, he endured a storm-like barrage. His body suffered one fierce blow after another, while the concentrated Spiritual Fire around him wavered each time, seeming as if it would collapse with one more hit—yet it somehow held on.

Even Chen Chuan could not help admiring his resilience.

Given how difficult it was to break through Scarlson's highly concentrated Spiritual Fire, it seemed he could use feints to trick him into dispersing his strength before attacking again.

Yet Chen Chuan instinctively felt that would not work. This direct method of attack was the most effective one.

His exceptional battle instincts came into play here. The fighting techniques Scarlson had mastered excelled at exploiting the rhythm of feints and real attacks, speed and slowness. He himself was an expert in this area.

He could easily distinguish the substance of an opponent's moves from their breathing rhythm, bodily movement trajectory, and the distribution of their Spiritual Fire. This straightforward style of attack, however, left that ability useless. He could only break down and parry each attack one by one, struggling to hold on as he retreated, waiting and searching for an opening.

At this moment, the waters of Zhao Cai Lake exploded outward in waves under their rapid, ferocious clash. Because the two moved so swiftly, a deep trench was carved through every stretch of water they passed.

From above, it looked as though the lake surface along their path had