A storm of attacks fell upon Liu Yunche, but they sank like stones into the sea, raising not the slightest ripple.
He stood where he was, straight as a pine, his expression calm. A faint light stirred in his eyes as the prospect of sparring quietly caught his interest.
He could see clearly that Le Qingrou's Profound Astral Mountain-Breaking Hand followed an orthodox form. Its force was pure, its movements sweeping and open, its power upright and unmatched. It was a genuine peerless martial art, a hundred times more exquisite than the ordinary martial techniques of Verdant Grain County.
Who would have thought such a top-tier fist art lay hidden in this secluded courtyard in Anfu City?
As the thought flashed through his mind, Liu Yunche stopped merely defending.
His five fingers snapped shut, forming a fist, and he deliberately held his strength to the Ox Tendon level.
There were no flashy variations, no clever evasions. His fist carried the same domineering force of a head-on clash as he drove it straight forward!
The intent of the King-Suppressing Fist was restrained and steady, heavy as a mountain and tyrannical beyond compare. It crashed into Le Qingrou's fierce, violent fist strike!
Boom!
A thunderous blast shook the courtyard. The two ferocious forces collided, and a violent wave of air swept outward from the pair, engulfing the yard and sending its branches and leaves whipping wildly.
Amid the surging air, Le Qingrou swayed and involuntarily retreated half a step. The web of her hand tingled, and waves of soreness spread through the muscles and tendons of her arm.
She was even more shaken!
I poured all my cultivation into that full-power strike with a peerless fist art, and he still took it head-on without budging?
Before she could think further, the stubborn