After the Examiner announced the start.
"Zhao Feng, your good luck ends here!"
Brimming with confidence, Gu Rong shouted and darted forward, his palms wrapped in scorching true qi force as they lunged straight for Zhao Feng's chest. Fang Han and the others from the Ever-Peace Nine Yang Gate could tell that he was also using the True Yang Cotton Palm, but its power appeared far greater than theirs, and its variations were far more numerous.
Zhao Feng's expression remained unchanged. Only when Gu Rong's palms swept toward him with boundless killing intent did he slowly raise his hands. His palms moved lightly, his techniques unhurried yet precise. With a muffled thud, true qi forces crisscrossed, and he accurately sealed off every follow-up Gu Rong had prepared.
Gu Rong retreated several steps in succession, his arms numb and the shock on his face impossible to hide. He could feel how terrifying his opponent's true qi force was. Had he not changed his move at the last moment to avoid a head-on collision, he would probably have suffered internal injuries already.
This isn't right. We're both at late pill embracement force. My pure yang true qi should be stronger than his yang qi true qi. We're using the same Palm Techniques, and my mastery is deeper, so why can he seal off my attacks so easily? Could it be... A possibility suddenly occurred to him: his opponent's mastery of the True Yang Cotton Palm surpassed his own!
Panic surged through his heart at the thought. He gritted his teeth to suppress it.
He drove the Pure Yang Art to its utmost, constantly changing his follow-ups and searching for an opening in his opponent's defenses, hoping to defeat him with a single strike.
At the same time, he dared not clash head-on