The two men faced each other on the Bluestone Arena, their auras clashing in an invisible struggle.
Silence!
Time trickled by, yet neither man moved in the slightest.
At last, as the blazing sun scorched the bluestone until it was searing hot, Li Danyi moved!
His body coiled, the muscles in his shoulders and back bulging like iron as he became a hunting leopard.
The instant his feet pushed off the ground, fine cracks spread through the bluestone.
He shot forward like an arrow loosed from its bow, charging straight at Li Chuan.
His right palm came whistling after him, carving a dense, rushing roar through the air.
Cloud-Parting Palm, Flowing Cloud Breaking Momentum!
Below the arena, the disciples of Gan Yun Martial Hall cried out in alarm.
They had never expected Li Danyi to open with the most vicious move in the Cloud-Parting Palm.
If that strike landed cleanly, it would leave a gaping hole in Li Chuan's chest.
There would be no chance of survival!
Yet Li Chuan seemed frozen with fright. He didn't move at all.
He just stood there, stunned, waiting for the deadly palm to reach him!
Watching this,
Luo Zheng gripped the edge of the table without realizing it, his knuckles turning white as fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Although he had considerable confidence in Li Chuan, seeing such a brutal fight with his own eyes still left him terribly worried.
Li Chuan calmly watched the palm coming at him like a thunderbolt.
Just as the palm wind reached him, his body suddenly twisted sideways.
He narrowly dodged the deadly strike.
Li Danyi's pupils contracted. He had never expected Li Chuan to be so quick.
Now he was airborne, his old strength spent and his new strength not yet gathered.