Battling Might Duy

Neither Might Duy nor Qingyun paid any attention to what the spectators were thinking. After forming the Seal of Confrontation, they fixed their eyes on each other.

Rustle, rustle.

A gentle breeze drifted past, and Might Duy suddenly moved.

"Hah! Konoha Whirlwind!"

Might Duy charged toward Qingyun at incredible speed. Seeing his speed, Qingyun silently praised him. As expected of Konoha's taijutsu master. Even without using the Eight Gates, he's no slower than an ordinary jonin.

Might Duy had spent years wearing weights that exceeded the limits of the human body. Now that he had removed them, his speed was naturally astonishing, his body so light that he felt as though he could fly.

Qingyun dared not be careless. Against a taijutsu master like Might Duy, the slightest mistake could trap him in an endless barrage of moves and get him beaten to death.

The profound principles of Tai Chi Fist flashed through Qingyun's mind as his hands began moving into its stances.

His strikes seemed both slow and fast, yet they intercepted Might Duy's attacks with perfect precision.

When Qingyun caught Might Duy's right foot, a tremendous force surged through it into his body.

Qingyun dared not let his guard down. His right hand trembled continuously as his Tai Chi Force erupted, neutralizing Might Duy's tremendous strength. Then he drew Might Duy's right foot backward before abruptly returning the force with even greater power.

Seeing Qingyun not only block his attack but also turn his own strength against him, Might Duy's eyes widened slightly. He somersaulted several times in midair before finally dispersing the force of Qingyun's attack.

Might Duy crouched on the ground, his eyes fixed on Qingyun. He could not understand how attacks that seemed as soft as water could unleash such tremendous power—even greater than the