Crack! A crisp sound of breaking bone came from Song Qing's wrist.
Song Qing was filled with shame and fury. He had thought he could use his strength and speed to overwhelm Tang Yan in a thrilling flurry of blows, making this a grand showcase of his own fighting skills. Who knew it would turn into a joke instead?
He summoned a breath of true qi, intending to attack again, but Tang Yan had already reached him.
Bam! Bam! Bam! The two launched into a fierce exchange.
Rather than an exchange, it was more a grand showcase of Tang Yan's fighting skills.
Under Tang Yan's swift, fluid assault, Song Qing, renowned for his wealth of combat experience, was reduced to merely fending off blows, his disadvantage plain for all to see.
Bam! When Tang Yan suddenly unleashed the Thousand Mountains Fist amid his rapid strikes, many spectators were shaken to their core!
"Perfect integration of moves and martial techniques! Could this be... a combat heart?" Seeing how seamlessly Tang Yan linked his martial techniques and moves, Mo Bin rose straight up from the table.
A combat heart?
At these words, a flicker of shock crossed the eyes of several city lords.
Triggering this required not only astonishing talent, but also the right timing, favorable circumstances, and various other factors.
Just what had Tang Yan experienced to comprehend even a combat heart?
Bam! Song Qing, who had been kept under constant pressure by Tang Yan's attacks, finally failed to hold out. Tang Yan sent him flying with a kick, and he crashed heavily onto the platform.
"You lost," Tang Yan said calmly, without attacking again.
Although reluctance still lingered in his eyes, Song Qing knew he had indeed lost. Struggling to his feet, he looked at Tang Yan and said, "You