Two plain, unadorned fists collided. This was the third time Xiao Yan and Lu Zhi had exchanged punches.
The first time had been after the auction, when Lu Zhi had easily caught Xiao Yan's punch.
The second time had been inside the cave. Although Lu Zhi had been driven back by Xiao Yan, he had still held the upper hand.
This time, as their plain fists collided and force surged wildly between them, Xiao Yan took two steps back before steadying himself, while Lu Zhi staggered back three steps.
Lu Zhi looked at Xiao Yan in surprise. After not seeing him for a month, Xiao Yan's physical strength had clearly surpassed his by a little.
"Again!" Xiao Yan's eyes brimmed with battle intent.
Lu Zhi sneered disdainfully. "If this is all you have to rely on, Xiao Yan, then you're still far too naive."
Xiao Yan and Lu Zhi became a black shadow and a white shadow, intertwining and crossing through the air. In just a few breaths, they clashed head-on more than a dozen times.
Xiao Yan spotted Lu Zhi's position and unleashed the terrifying brute force of the Dou Sheng Arm. He threw a punch, and even the air before his fist was compressed by that monstrous strength into the vague shape of an air cannon.
Lu Zhi caught the blow with his right hand and twisted it. Hurricane force burst from his palm, deflecting the terrifying power in Xiao Yan's arm, and Xiao Yan's attack missed completely.
"Though I don't know what method you used, it seems only your right arm has become much stronger," Lu Zhi said as he watched Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan was not surprised. After all, Lu Zhi was a genius of a sect. Such a thing could not be hidden after fighting