On the ring, the two had already traded over a hundred blows, and both had expended a great deal of strength.
Although Yang Yunxing had taken a defensive stance, Feng Lang's relentless, storm-like assault had forced him to give it everything he had. After all that fighting, he was drenched in sweat and breathing hard. Fortunately, his foundations were solid, and with Cloud Hands to aid him, his movements remained steady even under such a fierce barrage.
Feng Lang's attacks were ferocious, and they were costing him even more. Sweat soaked his body, his breathing grew labored, and his strikes had lost some of their force.
After a barrage of attacks failed to break through, Yang Yunxing continued defending without counterattacking. Feng Lang understood his opponent's intention and sneered, "Trying to wear me down? Let's see how long you can keep defending!"
With that, Feng Lang launched another assault. His strength and speed both surged, and his attacks grew even more savage, as though he had gone mad.
Yang Yunxing gritted his teeth and tightened his defense. His hands were like two doors, sealing off every path of attack. His feet traced the Nine Palaces, shifting deftly to defuse Feng Lang's frenzied assault.
Feng Lang roared in fury, his eyes bloodshot. His attacks came like unending mountains, claw-shadows layered upon claw-shadows as the air rang with sharp whistling sounds.
But no matter how furious Feng Lang became, Yang Yunxing remained unmoved. He refused to meet him head-on, instead using deft boxing techniques to parry. That only made Feng Lang angrier, like a lion driven into a rage.
However, Feng Lang's attacks clearly couldn't be sustained. After a short while, they began to weaken. His breathing grew even heavier, as though he had spent too much strength and was struggling to