BOOM!!!
A Heaven-Shaking, earth-shattering roar spread in all directions.
The blade light shattered, turning into golden motes that filled the sky.
The fist force dispersed, becoming violent waves of air that swept outward.
The two figures swiftly retreated.
The first exchange ended evenly matched.
"Good blade."
Liu Zheng looked at the faint white mark on his fist and praised him sincerely.
Though it was only a faint white mark, he knew that leaving a trace upon his physical body was enough to prove that Nie Zhao's blade technique had reached an inconceivable realm.
"Good physical body."
Nie Zhao offered the same praise.
Though he had not used his full strength in that strike, it had still been enough to slay an ordinary second-level quasi-Saint.
Yet when it landed on Liu Zheng's fist, it had left only a white mark.
The strength of this fellow's physical body was simply inconceivable.
"Again."
Liu Zheng grinned and took the initiative to attack.
He stepped forward, instantly appearing before Nie Zhao as his right fist shot out once more.
This punch was stronger than the last.
Before the fist force arrived, the wind from his punch had already solidified, like an invisible mountain crushing down upon Nie Zhao.
Nie Zhao's expression remained unchanged as he swept his long blade horizontally.
Blade light and fist force collided once again.
BOOM!!!
A thunderous blast shook the heavens as violent airwaves surged in every direction.
The two of them retreated several steps at the same time, then immediately charged forward again.
Clang clang clang.
Boom boom boom.
Blade light and fist shadows intertwined, their dense collisions as ceaseless as a rainstorm battering banana leaves.
Every collision sent out aftershocks capable of destroying heaven and earth.
If not for the Arena's great formation protecting it, those aftershocks alone