"Boom!"
His fist tore through the air, sending out ripples visible to the naked eye.
Terror struck Yang Zheng. He tried to dodge with the same trick again, but this time Xu Yang gave him no chance at all. The fist followed him like his own shadow.
Helpless, he reached out with both hands, trying to clamp onto the vital point at Xu Yang's wrist.
"Capturing Hand?"
Xu Yang's gaze sharpened. He completely ignored Yang Zheng's hands and drove his fist onward.
His immense strength was astonishing, surpassing even Tu Gang's. Even if he let Yang Zheng grab him, how could Yang Zheng possibly hold him?
Ten fingers curved like eagle talons seized Xu Yang's arm in an instant, but it was utterly useless. Yang Zheng felt as though he had grabbed not an arm but a monstrous python. In an instant, it shook his fingers loose and continued hurtling toward him with unstoppable force.
"Not good!"
Yang Zheng tried to retreat, but it was already too late.
With the force to shatter mountains and split peaks, the fist punched through his protective astral energy and struck his stomach like a meteor.
"Thud!"
As though a raging bull had rammed into him, Yang Zheng's bones and sinews shuddered. His stomach churned like an overturned sea, his internal organs shifted, and his body instantly curled up like a shrimp.
The power of the Dragon Elephant Heart Sutra poured forth like a river bursting its banks. A coppery taste rose in Yang Zheng's throat, and he could not stop himself from opening his mouth and spewing blood.
"Brother, let's talk this through! I'm willing to compensate you!"
Agony twisted Yang Zheng's features, but he could only endure it and shout, afraid that another moment's delay would see him beaten to death.
"Isn't