Liang Weilong faced Meng Chuan's ferocious assault without the slightest panic. The gap in their qi and blood levels was plain to see.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
He raised his hands, meeting fists with palms. Like rivers and mountains flowing back into the sea, his palms blocked each of Meng Chuan's punches.
"Can you keep going?"
Meng Chuan didn't answer. He responded with his fists, his figure flashing as he circled to Liang Weilong's side and threw a punch that cracked like thunder.
Liang Weilong stepped aside to evade. Meng Chuan immediately stepped in after him, closing the distance and sticking close to continue his short-range assault.
"Good. That's a keen battle instinct."
Liang Weilong kept blocking Meng Chuan's incoming punches with his palms.
The two fought faster and faster, their afterimages crisscrossing atop the wooden dummies.
As their speed increased, many of the students at the Second Qi-Blood Pass could no longer follow their movements. Their eyes were wide with disbelief.
After more than twenty minutes, Liang Weilong blocked Meng Chuan's final Kuading. Meng Chuan hopped back, exhausted.
In the past, when he'd trained against Teacher Luo with an assault this intense, he could last only a dozen minutes or so.
Now, after gaining Heavy Strike, even his stamina had improved considerably.
"It seems Muscle Activation doesn't just improve the transfer of force and boost muscle explosiveness. It also enhances the body's resilience."
Teacher Liang spoke up.
"Want to rest a while before we continue?"
"Sure."
Liang Weilong's palms were aching too. He'd even used Hua Jin, but the accumulated force had still left his palms bright red.
He couldn't help wondering, Is this kid really only at the Fourth Gate? How's he so strong?
After a short while, Meng Chuan felt completely recovered. There wasn't a trace of