Amid the tumbling rubble, Yuan Fang ignored the pain. Experience had taught him that once Yuan Gang made a move, he would not stop at a single blow. Without even telling east from west in the swirling dust, he rolled over, sprang up, and fled for his life.
Yuan Gang turned three strides into two and shot forward in great strides. He leaped thirty feet into the air with astonishing explosive force, reached out midair, and seized the ankle of Yuan Fang, who had just bounced into the air.
The two seemed to have rehearsed it: one knew the other would not let matters rest, while the other knew he would immediately flee.
His ankle suddenly tightened. Yuan Fang looked down, saw Yuan Gang gripping it, and nearly lost his soul in fright.
Only those who were often beaten by Yuan Gang knew how terrifying his brute strength was. Yuan Gang also frequently dragged him along as a sparring partner for his training, so he knew Yuan Gang's attack power best. The force of that brute strength was enough to rival a Golden Core cultivator's magical attacks.
No one wanted to get beaten, especially not by someone who loved beating them. But there was nothing he could do when he could not beat the other person.
Back when he had first suffered at Yuan Gang's hands, he had still thought Yuan Gang was nothing more than an ordinary mortal. Just you wait! he had secretly vowed.
He believed that his cultivation would eventually grow higher and higher, that one day his strength would surpass Yuan Gang's. When that day came, he would definitely get his revenge.
Yet he gradually realized something was wrong. His cultivation had indeed risen, but Yuan Gang's strength had also become increasingly formidable. It had long