Jiang Yingrou stood amid the blast of fist wind bearing down on him.
In that instant, his body moved with extraordinary grace.
He pressed his hands together, interlacing his fingers with his palms facing skyward, and condensed a thumb-sized yin-yang sphere between them.
The yin-yang sphere was half silver-white and half dark gold. As it slowly rotated, its two halves merged, separated, merged again, and separated again.
Each fusion released a surge of exceptionally pure yin-yang power.
"Yin-Yang Great Dao: All Things Fall Silent."
He thrust both hands upward. The tiny yin-yang sphere shot into the sky and abruptly exploded in midair.
The instant it exploded, the yin-yang sphere transformed into a yin-yang disc dozens of zhang across.
The disc covered the entire sky above the Arena, enveloping Pan Yue's ten-zhang-tall stone phantom completely within the reach of its yin-yang power.
The silver-white and dark-gold halves of the disc began spinning at a terrifying speed.
As they spun, they released countless fine rays of yin-yang light.
Every ray continuously cut, ground down, and dissolved the stone armor covering Pan Yue's phantom.
Dense cracks spread across the phantom's rock armor beneath the cutting rays of yin-yang light.
The dark-gold mineral veins flickered wildly within the cracks, writhing like severed rivers of lava.
The phantom's right fist was enveloped by the yin-yang disc's core. Layer after layer of stone armor was stripped from its surface, ground down, and reduced to ash.
But Pan Yue did not retreat.
He took a step forward through the dense rays of yin-yang light.
His phantom's right foot struck the ground, and the entire Arena abruptly sank. Much of the Gold-Patterned Restriction on the stone tiles dimmed beneath his stomp.
His phantom clenched its left fist as well, then punched upward with both fists at once.
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