The sound of fists and palms colliding on the ring quickly grew dense.
Lu Ren pushed the speed of Coiling Snake Fist to its limits. His arms flashed through the air, leaving afterimages as his fists and claws struck like venomous snakes darting from their holes. Every jab, thrust, grab, and seize targeted Chen Mochuan's vulnerable joints and pressure points, as he tried to use speed to overcome his slower opponent and skill to defeat strength.
However, Chen Mochuan's response left him stunned.
Chen Mochuan's movements seemed unhurried, yet he always managed to evade Lu Ren's most treacherous attacks by the narrowest margin.
In his hands, Foundation Building Fist was as solid as a boulder on defense. He deflected, blocked, and redirected Lu Ren's storm of attacks, neutralizing them one by one;
the moment he found an opening, however, the fierce assault of Tiger Fiend Fist surged forth like a tide, forcing Lu Ren to retreat again and again.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
The collisions of fists and feet rang out without pause.
As their fists continued to clash head-on, Lu Ren grew even more horrified.
He had tested his fist strength just last night, and it had reached 510 kilograms. He was confident he could completely overpower Chen Mochuan, whose fist strength had been just 427 kilograms during the midterm exam.
Yet after several collisions, although Chen Mochuan's strength was still slightly inferior, the gap was nowhere near as large as Lu Ren had imagined. Every impact left Lu Ren's arms tingling. That could only mean his opponent's strength had improved considerably over the past few days!
What troubled him even more was that, as the fight went on, he couldn't bring the speed advantage of Coiling Snake Fist to bear at all. He had practiced it for two years