"Zhang Bo, please advise."
The two young men's introductions were very brief, but the battle was anything but. The moment he finished speaking, Zhang Bo lunged and rushed straight behind Yansong. Ki rapidly gathered in his hands, producing astonishing crackling sounds all around them.
Sensing the danger behind him, Yansong did not panic at all. He immediately shifted out of his passive position, channeling ki into his leg before stomping down on Zhang Bo's ankle at lightning speed.
Apparently, Zhang Bo had specifically trained the strength of his ankles. The stomp made him freeze for a moment before he began crying out in pain.
Seeing the foot that had been stomped nearly out of shape, some spectators felt pain just watching it. Still, they could only look on; they could not personally experience the feeling of having their foot nearly crushed.
If they truly experienced something that shocking, they would probably have nothing left to do but cry. How could they still have any interest in watching the match?
"Quite impressive. I just wonder whether they can keep it up."
Uchiha Hikaru watched the two fight. Unlike before, they were now truly competing with their own strength. Their power was evenly matched, and after fighting for so long, neither had managed to do much to the other. They were almost tied.
Even so, there were still subtle changes. Some were visible in the current fight, while others appeared during different exchanges, leaving behind faint signs of battle that seemed neither here nor there.
"Hah, your strength is decent, but this is where it ends."
Watching Yansong launch an utterly ordinary attack, Zhang Bo immediately spoke with great arrogance. The disdain in his eyes was completely undisguised, as if he were saying that no matter how hard Yansong tried, he would