Relying on the uncanny movements of Flowing Cloud Phantom Body, Li Qiyun narrowly dodged Overturning Earth Palm. The afterimages he left behind, however, were instantly torn apart by the palm strike, and the entire arena shook violently.
Although Li Qiyun had dodged the strike, the terrifying shockwave still slammed into his Body Protection Spiritual Light like an invisible hammer. He grunted, his Qi-Blood churning as he stumbled backward. A trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth; his internal organs had clearly been shaken.
"Cousin Qiyun!"
A chorus of startled cries rose from below.
On the elevated platform, Li Xingcong's hand clenched tight, while Zheng Cangfeng held his breath.
Seeing that Overturning Earth Palm had failed to win the match in one blow, Li Qizheng kept his expression calm, but anxiety had already begun to creep into his heart. Using an Earth-rank Palm Technique had cost him dearly. He had intended to settle the contest with one move, never expecting Li Qiyun to evade it.
He forced himself to draw on his remaining strength, his gaze growing ever sharper. He knew he couldn't give Li Qiyun a moment to catch his breath. If he did, he would be in danger.
Before Li Qiyun could regain his footing, Li Qizheng pressed in again, striking out with both palms in an unbroken flurry. Waves of condensed, ocher palm shadows crashed forward like mountains tumbling into the sea, sealing off every possible escape and forcing Li Qiyun to meet them head-on.
"Surging Waves Palm! The strikes keep coming—Qizheng's going to ride this momentum all the way!"
"Qiyun's in danger!"
Under the ceaseless onslaught of Surging Waves Palm, Li Qiyun seemed to have fallen entirely onto the defensive. He could only struggle to hold on, retreating step by step until he was almost