"Boom!"
The two fists collided with a deafening crash.
A shock wave exploded from the point of impact, forcing the ground within a radius of several dozen feet down half a foot. Shattered stones flew, and snowy mist filled the air.
Both men retreated half a step, steadied themselves at the same time, and charged forward again.
Boom, boom, boom!
The two body cultivators traded blows that slammed into flesh, unleashing crash after crash.
The man's fist techniques were strange and ever-changing, his figure drifting unpredictably like a phantom. His fists darted left and right, high and low, their paths utterly impossible to predict.
Black light flowed over his fists, which were encased in black battle armor. Every punch carried a cold, insidious force, striking the air with shrill explosive cracks as chilling as the wailing of ghosts.
Chen Changming's fist techniques, by contrast, were broad and sweeping, without a trace of fancy flourishes.
No matter which direction the man's fists came from, he met them head-on, punch for punch, overwhelming finesse with strength.
His punches were heavy and fierce. Every blow carried the momentum to topple mountains and overturn seas. Wherever the wind from his fists swept, the air was forcibly crushed into bursting, producing deep, thunderous booms.
Both men moved too quickly, fighting almost entirely at close quarters. Their figures crossed in midair, colliding, separating, then colliding again, each contact blasting out a ring of shock waves.
From afar, only a streak of black light and a streak of purple light could be seen tangling furiously in midair. Wherever they passed, the ground split, the air cracked, and snowy mist churned. Even if anyone had been outside, they would never have been able to make out the details of the fight.
This Ancient Ghost really is strong...
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