"How can you be so powerful? What martial art do you practice?"
Kong Yu seemed to come to his senses after their frenzied exchange of blows, his face filled with disbelief.
With his A-grade lower bone root, tempering his physique was easier for him than for ordinary people. Yet after trading only twenty-odd blows with Xu Yang, his arms had cracked.
His arms trembled slightly. The piercing pain darkened his vision, and he felt that if they kept exchanging blows, his arms would surely be pulverized.
Xu Yang ignored him. His expression only grew colder as he strode forward to kill him.
Kong Yu was clearly losing. He had to watch out for him trying to escape.
Astral qi sheathed his fist as he punched with tremendous force, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Kong Yu's expression changed drastically. No longer daring to meet Xu Yang head-on, he sidestepped and punched straight at Xu Yang's temple, his fist like an iron drill.
Xu Yang raised one hand to block. His other hand darted out like a cold, venomous snake, leaving an afterimage as it struck toward Kong Yu's armpit.
The punch was exquisitely executed and came from a devious angle. From Kong Yu's perspective, two fists were coming at him at once, and he could not tell which was real.
He could only retreat a step while punching at one of them.
Bang!
He was lucky and chose the real fist. The other was merely a shadow formed from astral qi.
Their fists collided, spraying blood. His already fissured arm split further, exposing stark white bone.
Although his astral qi stopped the bleeding instantly, the strength he could exert plummeted again.
"Aah!"
Kong Yu let out an involuntary scream. Fear surfaced on his face as he realized that if this