Chen Xuan neither dodged nor evaded, meeting the punch with one of his own.
Their fists collided with a dull, drumlike boom. Both men rocked, and the stone slabs beneath their feet cracked inch by inch as waves of force rolled outward.
"Now that's power!"
Wang Ce praised him, but his attack did not let up for a moment.
Fists, palms, elbows, knees... Every part of his body became a savage weapon. His moves were simple and imposing, yet razor-sharp. Every strike carried tremendous force, with the might to shatter mountains and split stone—a perfect demonstration of how Zhenwu Sect body cultivators combined body tempering with martial skill.
Chen Xuan, meanwhile, countered with the dragon-scale and Dragon Mark power of the Azure Heaven Dragon Transformation Art, along with his physical Divine Abilities.
His attacks were just as fierce, brimming with the dominance and strength unique to the dragon race. When he used the Azure Dragon Palm and Azure Dragon Finger, faint dragon roars seemed to follow.
For a time, the two figures blurred across the arena, colliding at high speed. The sound of fists and feet striking one another rang without pause, and the clash of pure physical strength and blood energy whipped up gust after gust of wind.
The Taixuan Zhenwu Scripture truly was extraordinary. Its moves flowed seamlessly, combining offense and defense, while its practitioners brought abundant combat experience and an exquisite command of their strength.
Though Chen Xuan's Azure Heaven Dragon Transformation Art was powerful, he had not practiced the Dragon Scale Scroll for long, and his body tempering had not yet reached the peak of the fourth realm. As the relentless exchange of blows continued, he gradually felt the pressure. His blood energy churned as Wang Ce's deft, unending attacks bore down on him, and he