Bring It On!

Situ Xuan's body turned slightly to the side, and Long Yue's fist skimmed past his lapel, the wind from the punch leaving a white mark on his skin. In that same instant, Situ Xuan's left elbow rose, its tip like a cone as it slammed straight into Long Yue's ribs.

Long Yue drew back his right arm, sinking his elbow to block the strike.

Another dull, thunderous boom rang out.

Both of them shook at the same time.

Then came a storm of attacks and counterattacks.

Situ Xuan's fists, palms, elbows, knees, legs—every part of his body became a weapon. His attack speed was dizzyingly fast, one punch after another, one palm after another, one leg sweeping out as the next had already followed, without the slightest pause, without the slightest gap.

Long Yue's attacks were just as ferocious. His punches were heavy as mountains, every blow carrying tremendous force, causing bursts of air to explode even when they smashed into empty space. His legwork was not as agile as Situ Xuan's, but every kick swept out with the momentum to mow down armies.

Their bodies collided again and again at the center of the arena, every impact erupting with a boom like shattering rock.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A string of impacts came so densely they were like drumbeats, echoing above the stadium and shaking the Soul Guidance barrier until it trembled faintly.

The spectators in the stands watched with their blood boiling.

Their eyes could not keep up with the two men's movements, but they could hear those dense collisions, see the waves of Soul Power continually exploding across the arena, and see new cracks and footprints constantly appearing on the Thousand Refined Steel platform.

"Good! That's it!" a spectator roared at the top of his lungs.