Lu Ye threw a sideways punch with his left hand, blocking Zheng Yu's fighting stance and exposing only the slightest opening. His right hand had already risen unnoticed, the muscles of his arm bulging as a razor-sharp force gathered at his knuckles. Whoosh! The punch blasted out with little sound, yet it sent a shiver through the heart!
"It's over." The moment Zhao Feng saw Lu Ye throw that punch from below the platform, he knew the outcome.
He recalled what his master had said the other day: Breaking Void Fist sought not crushing weight, but speed, precision, and sharpness. Pierce the surface with a single point; break strength with speed!
"Hiss-"
An almost imperceptible tearing sound drowned out the howl of Zheng Yu's fists. Lu Ye's fist struck precisely through that sliver of an opening, piercing the surface with a single point. Zheng Yu's defense collapsed completely, leaving his ribs wide open. The punch shot toward his exposed side. Zheng Yu hastily brought his fist back to block, but he was half a beat too late.
"Bang!"
Lu Ye's knuckles struck Zheng Yu's opening with pinpoint precision. The blow did not look particularly powerful, yet it carried an intensely penetrating force. As though struck by lightning, Zheng Yu's massive body staggered backward under the punch before he landed on his backside on the platform. Two of his ribs were already broken.
The crowd below fell silent at once.
"Thank you for the match," Lu Ye said calmly.
"Lu Ye of the Heaven Gathering Martial Arts School wins!" the Examiner announced.
Watching Lu Ye leave the platform, Zhao Feng fell into thought. Breaking Void Fist relied neither on ferocity nor agility, and even "devious" failed to describe it. Its defining feature was speed-and a speed that left no trace to