"Heart Manifestation... So this is a Heart Manifestation? It's terrifying!"
Brilliant, boundless brilliance.
At the entrance to the Golden Light Martial Hall, countless martial artists stared at the dazzling, multicolored radiance before them and cried out in amazement.
At the hall's entrance, Hall Master Jin and Fang Can were going all out, clashing with every part of their bodies—fists, palms, legs, knees, elbows.
Every punch and kick from the two Heart Manifestation Warriors landed with more weight than a road roller and more force than a hydraulic press.
With a single motion, they could shatter metal and stone, striking their opponent with overwhelming dominance.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
In the span of a single breath, the two exchanged dozens of blows with incredible force and speed.
Their terrifying impacts set the air rumbling, the sound carrying for miles.
The street wasn't empty. Dozens of meters away, a crowd of untrained vendors and passersby watched from a safe distance.
To their eyes, everything before them seemed otherworldly, both divine and demonic.
The human eye could retain an image for roughly 0.1 to 0.4 seconds.
In other words, even after a movement had ended, its image lingered in the brain for a while.
So what happened when you punched too quickly? At five punches a second, for example? To an ordinary person, your fists would leave obvious afterimages.
What if you moved ten times faster, throwing fifty punches a second?
Then the sky would fill with fist shadows! Foot shadows! Leg shadows! Human shadows!
To the onlookers' astonishment, countless fists and legs danced within three meters of the two fighters, then vanished.
They collided like rampaging tyrannosaurs, every impact cracking like thunder right beside one's ears.
Though they were locked in close combat, trading blows with all their might and