That afternoon, a fight broke out inside the Dongkong Sect!
The commotion was considerable.
The kindly Gu Qingfeng left the courtyard and followed the noise to watch the fun.
When he reached the courtyard in question, Wang Qing was fighting Zhang Jianqiang head-on.
Neither used a weapon. This was purely a clash of flesh and muscle!
"You stray dog raised by Elder Yan! I'll beat you to death!"
Bang, bang, bang!
Their fists and feet collided, every impact carrying the sound of trembling flesh and bone. The ground was riddled with holes left by their feet.
Violent power compressed along with their bodies, warping and distorting the air around them.
More people quickly gathered around.
The Dongkong Sect had risen by cutting into mountains and mining ore, and had always revered strength. Their heavy swords and broad, sweeping sword moves made that plain.
And right now, both combatants possessed extraordinary force.
"Now that's power!"
"Senior Brother Wang is so powerful!"
At a glance, both men had torn off their shirts. Sweat beaded their muscles as they grappled, like two meat grinders trying to grind each other to pieces.
This contest of strength soon drew plenty of praise!
But as the praise continued, something began to feel off.
At first, the two had seemed to be merely testing each other. By now, however, their strength was still climbing.
In the eyes of the watching Inner Disciples, and even several Personal Disciples, Wang Qing and Zhang Jianqiang were repeatedly breaking through the limits of what they thought possible.
Power that should never have belonged to someone in the first or second tier was erupting from both men.
"Zhang Jianqiang, I'm going to kill you today!"
"Senior Brother Wang, you're much stronger today than before! Come on, give me a good time, or