Lu Zheng's body trembled slightly, his arms going numb. He felt the opponent's fist force was heavy and steady—seemingly plain, yet as weighty as ten thousand jun. It had forcibly withstood his full-strength strike, and the rebounding force even made his blood and qi churn slightly.
His pupils contracted as, for the first time, a trace of surprise rose in his heart.
Yet Cheng Heng remained where he stood, utterly motionless. Only the hems of his robes fluttered faintly, while his aura remained as steady as ever.
"Not bad strength. No wonder you managed to earn yourself an empty reputation."
Lu Zheng let out a low, cold shout. He no longer dared underestimate Cheng Heng in the slightest. His footwork shifted, his body weaving and darting as both fists launched a chain of attacks!
Tiger Rips Out the Heart, Raging Dragon Shatters the Mountain, Dragon-Tiger Subdues Mountains and Rivers!
The Dragon-Tiger Vajra Fist at the Perfection Stage was displayed by him to the fullest, every move fierce and every stance a killing blow.
Layers upon layers of fist shadows filled the air, golden light blanketing the entire arena. His watertight assault poured down upon Cheng Heng like madness, nearly sealing off the entire center of the martial arena.
For a time, fist winds howled through the arena, force thundered, and the roars of impact rang without end.
Cheng Heng fought barehanded from beginning to end, his movements steady yet nimble, advancing and retreating with perfect measure. He precisely anticipated where every punch would land—blocking some, meeting some head-on, and diverting the force of others. There was not a single sharp killing move.
He did not unleash any hidden trump card. Relying solely on supreme physical strength, exquisite force application, and a solid martial foundation, he steadily received Lu Zheng's storm-like