In Zhu Yang's hands, the Startling Wind Palm was indeed more imposing and more domineering than when Yang Jun used it.
Backed by the powerful true qi of an expert at great accomplishment of qi gathering, the Startling Wind Palm truly carried something of the force needed to "startle the wind."
Xu Yang moved as well.
His body abruptly became a black streak, shooting straight toward Zhu Yang.
Compared with his earlier fight against He Dong, he took this one a little more seriously.
The great dragon of his spine writhed as though awakening, pouring force into his arm. He drew his arm back, then snapped it forward, blasting out like a bolt of lightning tearing through the air.
Bang!
Their palms collided, force spraying in all directions. Even the arena beneath their feet shook with a startling, muffled boom.
Had their bodies not been protected by true qi, the terrifying force would have shredded both men's clothes.
What tremendous palm power.
Zhu Yang shuddered from head to toe. It felt as though his palm had struck an iron plate. His hand immediately went numb, and cracks appeared in many of its meridians.
Looking at Xu Yang, he seemed to have reacted in much the same way. Their first exchange had ended evenly, with neither retreating.
Zhu Yang's heart sank. This battle would not be easy.
But I still have a killing move like the Heart-Crushing Palm, while he only has the Mountain-Shaking Bear Fist. The odds are in my favor.
Xu Yang's expression remained steady as his second attack followed close behind, his fist hammering straight toward the acupoint at the center of Zhu Yang's chest.
"Die!"
Zhu Yang ignored the incoming fist entirely. A cold smile curled his lips as he struck toward Xu Yang's heart.
A strange