The Mount Qingcheng disciples below the ring had been waiting to see Yang Wanqing driven back. Instead, they stood dumbstruck, their mouths wide enough to fit an egg, disbelief written all over their faces.
The livestream chat exploded. Comments raced past too quickly to read, and gift animations covered the entire screen:
[Holy shit!!! She took him head-on! She won!]
[What just happened? Bro Da got pushed back five steps? That strength is terrifying!]
[Can a human really throw a punch like that? Am I watching a martial arts movie?!]
[A cute girl punched a muscleman flat? I freaking love that contrast!]
[Legendary! That punch alone made her a legend!]
Xu Yunda looked down at his numb right fist. The web between his thumb and forefinger throbbed faintly. He raised his head to look at Yang Wanqing, his gaze grave.
Yang Wanqing flexed her fingers. This was her first time fighting an evenly matched opponent, and the satisfying impact of every solid punch left her feeling invigorated, every bone in her body rejoicing.
She gave Xu Yunda no chance to catch his breath and launched herself forward again.
The two traded blows at close quarters, fists and kicks flashing like lightning.
Xu Yunda's Sky-Splitting Fist projected force outward, every punch carrying a shock wave that struck across the gap. Yang Wanqing's Azure Dragon Nine Transformations kept its power contained and solid, every punch landing directly.
After a few exchanges, Xu Yunda discovered Yang Wanqing's weakness. Her fighting skills were unpracticed, and many of her moves lacked fluidity.
Sometimes she even paused for half a beat to remember which move to use. It was a typical beginner's flaw: too little practice, too little fighting experience.
He exploited it, making his footwork more nimble. Rather than meeting her head-on, he circled, attacked