Trial and Trump Card

Yuan En Yehui took a deep breath and adjusted her mindset. The moment she had seen that her opponent was Tang Wuyang, she had known that today's match would be extremely difficult.

But Tang Wuyang's improvement seemed even greater than she had imagined.

After that clash, she had clearly gained the upper hand with the Cloud Vortex Divine Fist, yet Tang Wuyang somehow felt even more unbeatable.

Just then, Tang Wuyang moved.

"Now it's my turn!"

He tapped the ground with his toes and shot forward like a cannonball, an impassioned dragon roar accompanying him. In an instant, he crossed twenty meters and threw a punch at Yuan En Yehui's face.

As he threw that punch, Yuan En Yehui felt terrifying pressure closing in from every direction, as if even the air had become Tang Wuyang's fists, sealing off every path of retreat.

The golden fist before her eyes kept expanding, like an enraged Golden Dragon opening its bloody maw to devour her.

Yuan En Yehui inhaled sharply. Her spine trembled like a great dragon, and her body drew back slightly as both hands shot out to strike Tang Wuyang's fist.

The instant they made contact, Tang Wuyang immediately felt that vortex-like pull again.

His own power was extraordinarily great, and his attacks were ferocious beyond measure, yet when facing Yuan En Yehui's whirlpool-like force, he felt like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

His strength was guided away by her, while his own power became part of that pulling force.

The sensation was unbearable, as though he were pulling himself apart. His body was beyond his control.

And the greater his strength, the more intense that discomfort seemed to become.

"Mm!"

Yuan En Yehui gave a muffled grunt. Though she had borrowed Tang Wuyang's power, his strength was