"The match begins!"
The shout had barely faded when a fierce glint flashed through Liu Qing's eyes.
Without any probing, he shot forward, his fan-sized palm driving straight for Xiao Yan's throat.
Before he even arrived, the tyrannical aura of his palm technique, capable of tearing through anything, made everyone in the audience hold their breath.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Liu Qing's Great Rending Coffin-Splitting Claw is as domineering as ever."
Lin Xiuyai could not help commenting.
"What, judging by your tone, you think highly of Liu Qing?" Qin Han raised a brow.
Lin Xiuyai shook his head. "Personally, I naturally hope Xiao Yan wins. But the difference in their strength..."
He did not continue, but the meaning was already obvious.
One was an early-stage Dou Ling, while the other was a Half-Step Dou King. The gap between them was more than merely vast.
"From the sound of it, you think Xiao Yan can win?" Lin Xiuyai asked in return.
Qin Han spread his hands. "An upset is what makes a match interesting, isn't it?"
While the two chatted, Xiao Yan and Liu Qing had already exchanged dozens of blows head-on.
"Eight Extremities Collapse!"
Xiao Yan roared, and eight hidden forces raced beneath his skin, bringing with them low, explosive bursts of air.
Liu Qing neither dodged nor retreated. The fingers of his right hand curled into a claw as earthy yellow Dou Qi gathered over them, vaguely forming the phantom of a savage giant claw several times larger than his hand as he met the attack head-on.
"Great Rending Coffin-Splitting Claw!"
Fist and claw collided, and a deafening metallic crash exploded as violent winds swept outward from the two of them.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Xiao Yan staggered back three steps, each leaving a deep footprint in the ground. Sharp pain