Tiger-Leopard Thunderclap, the Overlord Legacy, and the Double-Pupiled Man

The Martial Arts Room seethed with killing intent.

With the outside world's distractions gone, only the purest clash of martial arts remained.

"Hah!"

Li Xiang sprang forward like a hunting leopard.

The Eight-Cutting Knives in his hands blurred, striking straight at Ye Qingyao's left shoulder.

Clang!

Ye Qingyao held her blades across her body to block, and their Eight-Cutting Knives collided.

This time, instead of remaining utterly motionless as she had before, Ye Qingyao retreated half a step.

Only half a step, but even that showed Li Xiang was improving.

"Not bad. You managed to push me back half a step. You'll have few rivals among those who haven't crossed the threshold yet."

Ye Qingyao offered a word of praise, and her hands moved even faster.

The two fought in a whirlwind of flashing blades, force spilling in every direction.

Sweat slid down Li Xiang's forehead and soaked his clothes.

[Sparring match, Boxer experience +1]

[Sparring match, Boxer experience +1]

[Sparring match, Boxer experience +1]

Faster. Harder.

Li Xiang could feel that his [Boxer] Profession was only one final step away.

"Kill!" Ye Qingyao turned her blades, sweeping one at Li Xiang's legs while driving the other straight toward his face.

Attacked from above and below, he had nowhere to dodge.

In that instant between life and death—

Li Xiang neither retreated nor dodged. Instead, he did something utterly unexpected.

He inhaled—!

That breath was incredibly long and deep, as though he meant to drain all the air around him.

His chest swelled high, his abdomen contracted, and his entire body became a powerful bow drawn to its utmost limit.

Then—

"Hmph!"

A muffled grunt escaped Li Xiang's nose.

It was not loud, but it was exceedingly strange.

Low and deep, it resembled thunder rolling within dark