Chen Yan cracked his knuckles, producing a series of crisp pops.
He stood quietly in place, waiting for the match to begin.
Across from him, [White Dragon] looked at him standing there bare-handed and utterly composed. A trace of barely perceptible contempt appeared on his face.
"Hmph. These human martial artists are nothing special. Not one of them has managed to impress me," [White Dragon] thought to himself.
[The match begins!]
The instant the prompt sounded, [White Dragon] moved.
He didn't charge.
Like a ghost, he glided silently across the ice, so fast that he left only a faint white blur in the falling snow.
What incredible footwork!
Chen Yan's heart tightened. Every muscle in his body tensed, and he immediately raised his arms into a steady guard.
However, his opponent's fighting style completely defied everything he knew.
[White Dragon] closed in, then twisted his body at an angle no ordinary person could manage. His right shoulder became a battering ram, slamming hard into Chen Yan's chest!
A dull thud rang out.
Chen Yan crossed his arms and took the hit head-on, but a strange, spiraling force sent his blood and qi surging. His feet carved two grooves in the ice, and he was driven half a step back.
Before he could recover from the impact, [White Dragon]'s attack flowed in like quicksilver, slipping through every opening.
His body seemed boneless.
Elbows, knees, shoulders, insteps... every part of his body became a cunning weapon, striking relentlessly from all sorts of impossible angles.
Chen Yan had never seen an attack so strange, so skillful!
For a while, this unheard-of style completely overwhelmed him. All he could do was block and defend; he couldn't find even the slightest opening to counterattack.
This guy... his style was completely out of left