"I heard you have Wind Kangaroo blood in your veins and are a master of fist techniques?"
Xia Ping rubbed his chin and taunted him. "I wonder if that rumor is true. Gu Shan turned out to be a fraud. I wonder if you're the same."
He was doing this on purpose. He was currently at the peak of the Fourth Heaven of Martial Artist Realm, just one step away from breaking through to the Fifth Heaven. If he progressed at a normal pace, it would take at least two or three months.
But if he received a powerful external stimulus, he could quickly refine the medicinal energy in his body and break through to the Fifth Heaven. And Zhong Yuan was clearly the perfect opponent.
Ordinary martial artists probably couldn't hurt him in the slightest.
"A fraud?!"
Hearing this, Zhong Yuan clenched his fists until they cracked, his face twisted with rage. "You actually compare me to that kind of trash? You've got some nerve. If I went all out, I'd need just one punch to cripple you."
Boom!
The instant he finished speaking, Zhong Yuan threw a punch. It was like a bolt of lightning: thunder cracked through the air, piercing it with terrifying force as shock waves rolled outward.
"Impressive!"
Xia Ping was startled, too. Zhong Yuan's punch had reached a level of mastery that seemed almost supernatural, like an antelope leaving no trace as it leapt. Its speed was so extreme that it broke the sound barrier.
He struck as well, slapping out with one palm. He activated the Northern Underworld Body Protection Art, forming a massive circle around himself, like Taiji, with yin and yang in perfect balance.
Bang!
The powerful, violent force struck, seeming as if it would pierce Xia Ping's palm and shatter