Both men sprang into the air at the same time.
With a flick of his wrist, Yang Ge unleashed a streak of Defy Snow and Frost blade qi, seeking to seize the initiative.
Wang Lin refused to yield an inch. Shaking his sandbag-sized fist, he hurled out a mighty blast of fist force like a galloping horse to meet Yang Ge's blade qi.
The two violent blasts annihilated each other, their residual force exploding into a dazzling golden ripple in midair.
As Yang Ge landed, he stamped hard on the beach and launched himself upward again. His saber cut through the lingering force as he charged at Wang Lin, trying to use his weapon's edge to end the fight quickly.
He knew that most practitioners of unarmed combat also trained in body-hardening arts.
But he was confident that with his current martial prowess and the Cold Moon Saber, eighteenth on the martial world's Divine Weapons Ranking, even if the mad monk Liaochen returned from the dead, he would never again face an opponent he could not cut without using his strongest move!
Wang Lin had roamed the martial world for decades and possessed a wealth of combat experience. He saw through Yang Ge's intent at a glance. Before Yang Ge could close in, his fists blurred like pumping pistons, unleashing a skyful of fist shadows that enveloped Yang Ge from above.
Seeing this, Yang Ge suddenly stepped on empty air. His Wild Wind Leg whipped up a gust that lifted his body higher a second time, allowing him to evade the fist shadows with perfect composure. From above, he unleashed Braving Frost and Dew, sending more than a dozen streaks of blade qi down at Wang Lin. Then he used the Thousand-Pound Drop, plunging toward Wang Lin behind his own