World Zero, Mingzhu City.
Inside the Beast King Fist Hall, Zhang Ping was sparring with Feng Laixian.
Neither used any other abilities. They relied entirely on their Bioforce Fields and physical strength.
Smack smack smack smack!
Smack smack smack smack!
Zhang Ping and Feng Laixian traded blow after blow, countering each move as it came. Their exchange was a blur, and their Bioforce Fields shook countless cracks into the ground around them.
They're so strong. Is this what a fourth-stage Bioforce Field can do? Bai De stood nearby with the other students, watching the two of them in awe.
He had awakened a Bioforce Field too, but his was still at the third stage. Compared with Wang Jieming, who had only just reached that stage, his field was undoubtedly much stronger. Even so, he remained a long way from the fourth stage.
Stages were meant to distinguish levels of strength, but the difference between people at the same stage could be striking.
Even at the third stage, someone who had just reached it was worlds apart from someone who had spent years there.
Against the same attack, a newcomer might withstand a dozen blows, while a third-stage fighter with years of experience might withstand hundreds.
That was the difference in sheer capacity.
Suddenly, Zhang Ping and Feng Laixian pulled apart. Both wore faint smiles.
"Next, I'm going to use a secret technique I've developed. Be careful," Feng Laixian warned.
He knew perfectly well that he was no longer Zhang Ping's match, and that his technique was unlikely to hurt him. Still, a warning was only right.
Zhang Ping's eyes lit up. "Then I'll use a little trick I've developed. I call it Airflow Flow."
"Airflow Flow?"
Feng Laixian looked puzzled. The name sounded a little odd.
"You'll see."
Zhang Ping