Zhan Lingyun stood with his hands behind his back and said with a smile:
"Brother Liu, please."
He struck an impressive pose. Though his tone remained humble, standing with his hands behind his back was itself an unintentional display of disdain.
"Alright." Liu Yunche did not take it to heart. He raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.
He kicked off the ground. A sudden cicada's cry rang beneath his feet, and his entire body turned into an afterimage. The next moment, he appeared abruptly before Zhan Lingyun.
At the same time, Liu Yunche threw a punch. Fist force burst outward with an endless hum, like soldiers opening up the wilds, its momentum vast and mighty, its slaughter unceasing.
Zhan Lingyun's eyes lit up, and he shouted:
"Good!"
He had thought this spar would be a complete crushing victory, given the disparity in their cultivation.
As for Liu Yunche claiming he would challenge one above his station and defeat him across realms?
Zhan Lingyun had never considered it. He himself could fight above his realm—rather, none of the three present were incapable of doing so.
If they could not, they would truly have failed the profound foundations built from Jade Skin and Golden Muscle.
Facing that domineering punch, Zhan Lingyun turned sideways and retreated a step.
At the same time, his right hand became a palm and shot forward with fierce momentum. Palm imprints filled the sky, as though they would blot out the heavens.
Boom—
In an instant, fist force and palm imprints collided, stirring a faint wave of air in the sky.
Borrowing the rebounding force, the two quickly separated.
Zhan Lingyun looked at Liu Yunche in surprise, for the force transmitted into his palm was not weaker than his own in the slightest.
"Brother