Facing Ye Yun's attack, Ling Chen instantly calmed down and immediately responded.
With a swift palm strike, a golden palm imprint appeared out of thin air, carrying an air of solemn majesty as it crashed toward Ye Yun's attack.
"Boom—"
A collision like rolling thunder erupted.
Where the two attacks collided, the arena forged from deep-sea obsidian shattered like ordinary mountain rock.
As a pit more than ten feet wide appeared, a wave of dust and flying debris surged into the air.
The moment the dust wave rose, both Ye Yun and Ling Chen seized the opportunity and swiftly attacked each other.
For a time, everyone could only see icy-blue and golden flashes flickering within the dust, unable to make out what was happening.
Only after a minute or two, when the dust gradually dispersed, did everyone see the current scene.
Ling Chen's clothes were now tattered all over, leaving him with none of the appearance of an enlightened monk.
Ye Yun was in somewhat better shape, though his clothes still bore several tears.
During that one minute, he and Ling Chen had exchanged over a hundred moves, yet neither could do anything to the other.
After this exchange, Ye Yun had finally tested Ling Chen's strength.
Under normal circumstances, Ling Chen was evenly matched with him. Both possessed strength comparable to a Second Transformation Core Elixir Realm martial artist.
The only thing Ye Yun could not determine was whether Ling Chen still had some hidden trump card he had yet to use.
At the same time, Ling Chen's heart was filled with gravity. He had initially thought that even if Ye Yun was a Core Elixir Realm martial artist, there would still be a gap between them.
After all, when he had received the Empowerment Transmission Technique, his cultivation