"Boom!"
The golden hand punched through the air, tearing out white waves and even producing a visible dome of compressed air.
Flying backward, Lin Jingyu saw this and his expression changed. It felt as though what came crashing toward him was not a palm but a mountain, capable of pounding even a body forged from iron into pulp.
He regretted provoking Xu Yang. He had thought Xu Yang had not comprehended a Martial Dao Phenomenon, never imagining the bastard would still have a trump card tucked away during their fight.
"You dream of eliminating me? Keep dreaming! I, Lin Jingyu, am destined to become a disciple of the Heavenly Strategy Academy and make my name known throughout the world!"
He roared. Ignoring his surging blood energy and uncontrolled astral energy, he struck sideways with one hand to block the golden palm bearing down like Mount Tai, while his other hand punched straight at Xu Yang's chest.
But how could he possibly stop Xu Yang's palm? His own hand was driven back against his body along with it. Large patches of his clothing burst apart, and the fierce force blasted out through his back, shredding the fabric there as well.
"Clang!"
At the same time, his palm struck Xu Yang, but it only broke through Xu Yang's protective astral energy. By the time it landed on his body, little strength remained.
A sound like a hammer striking iron rang out, as though his palm had struck not flesh and blood but an iron man.
"What a tough body." Lin Jingyu's palm went numb, and he felt as though even his bones might snap from the impact.
Xu Yang's body was far tougher than he had imagined.
A metallic sweetness rose in his throat, and blood spilled from the corner of his