Killing intent blazed in Gong Zhang's eyes.
He was a mighty Lord Rank expert, yet Tang Yan had not only dared to ambush him, but had succeeded. This was contempt and provocation toward both him and Windfire Ridge.
"Die!" He forced the word from his throat and slashed his saber at Tang Yan without holding anything back.
Tang Yan dared not take him lightly and likewise used his full strength.
Bang!
Though the collision was violent, the recoil did not even penetrate Tang Yan's skin.
In the attacks that followed, Tang Yan reduced his strength little by little, searching for the best force with which to temper himself.
In the end, Tang Yan chose to use only thirty percent of his strength with each attack.
This force could shake his internal organs considerably, tempering his blood and vital energy, while also preventing a sudden burst of strength from Gong Zhang from injuring him.
Gong Zhang was initially alarmed, unable to understand why Tang Yan, at the ninth grade of King Rank, could unleash such tremendous power.
Soon, as Tang Yan's strength gradually weakened, Gong Zhang's spirits rose.
It seemed the brat had just used a secret art. Now that its effects had worn off, he would soon be able to take him down.
Fighting with unmatched ferocity, Gong Zhang firmly suppressed Tang Yan. Every strike threatened to wound Tang Yan severely, leaving Lei Yu and the others watching with their hearts in their mouths.
After fighting for a while, Gong Zhang vaguely sensed something was wrong.
With so many of his attacks landing on Tang Yan, the brat should have fallen long ago. How was he still as lively as a dragon and tiger?
He was taking a beating without getting hurt?
After observing carefully for a while, Gong Zhang