Lei Ming had cultivated his Blazing Tiger Fist to a state nearing Perfect Accomplishment. Now, holding nothing back, he unleashed a frenzied barrage upon Chen Mo, every punch striking the air as though it were about to explode.
Judging by the rank of their fist techniques, Chen Mo's Fierce Tiger Fist was noticeably inferior. Yet he had already cultivated it to Perfect Accomplishment, his strength not the least bit inferior to Lei Ming's, while his defense was even more exceptional.
This largely offset the gap in the ranks of their fist techniques.
More importantly, Chen Mo was not afraid of being injured. In this kind of head-on clash, the advantage of a Body Hardening martial artist became apparent.
His formidable defense gave him ample room for error. Even if he failed to fully defend himself and was struck, he would not be injured.
Thus, what Lei Ming had expected to settle within a few dozen moves dragged on for several hundred moves without him managing to defeat Chen Mo.
Clearly, the two were merely sparring, yet to the onlookers, Chen Mo and Lei Ming seemed like two tigers descending the mountain, fighting without regard for anything, completely locked in a life-and-death struggle.
The disciples of both Martial Arts Schools felt chills rise in their hearts. How was this sparring? This was plainly a deathmatch.
Was this really all right?
One was the School Master of a top Martial Arts School in the county, while the other was a young martial arts prodigy who had risen to fame early. That they could fight with such intensity and terror truly stunned everyone.
The Training Hall, once paved smooth with thick stone slabs, now looked as though it had been bombarded by explosives. Pits of every shape covered the ground, while spiderweb cracks