His steps were steady, each foot landing in a gap between the stone slabs.
He turned his palm upward. A faint layer of dark red light glowed over it—the result of cultivating with the gemstone. Though this was only its most rudimentary application, it made him countless times stronger than an ordinary person.
The old man said confidently, "Little girl, I've practiced martial arts for forty years and achieved some mastery of internal force. There's still time for you to concede."
Yang Wanqing rolled her eyes. "Old man, why do you talk so much? Are we fighting or not?"
He Tong said no more. Pushing off the ground, he shot forward like an arrow and thrust a palm at Yang Wanqing's chest.
His palm strike was fierce, carrying a scorching heat. Yang Wanqing turned sideways to dodge, and his palm skimmed past her shoulder. She clenched her right hand and slammed a fist into his arm.
With a bang, He Tong's arm was knocked aside. He staggered two steps sideways before steadying himself, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.
"How is that possible?!" He Tong's face filled with shock. He could not believe he was losing to a young girl.
He Tong abandoned his contempt, and his attacks grew fiercer.
Palms, fists, elbows, and knees came in succession as he unleashed a powerful flurry of Bajiquan strikes. He moved rapidly around Yang Wanqing, the gusts from his palm strikes blowing her hair back.
Yang Wanqing neither retreated nor dodged. She met him head-on. Her punches lacked finesse, and her footwork lacked subtlety. He Tong had far more experience and much better technique, but her physical strength utterly outclassed his.
The boost from the first transformation of the Azure Dragon Nine Transformations gave each of her punches hundreds of pounds