Before their eyes, Wang Yanfeng was already less than thirty meters from Chen Ping.
Just then, he suddenly roared, leaped forward, and landed firmly on both feet. He raised his clenched fists high, then brought them crashing down.
He was still thirty meters from Chen Ping, of course, so his fists could not possibly strike him. What they struck was the ground.
A layer of bronze light spread over his fists, yet the instant they hit the ground, not the slightest sound emerged.
But a cyan wave of air immediately swept toward Chen Ping.
What a powerful Shock Wave.
Chen Ping inwardly tensed. His opponent's strike involved not just pure strength and Soul Power, but considerable technique and control over his strength as well. It could be called a union of strength and skill.
He really lived up to being a genius from the Body Sect! Both his fists were his Martial Soul? Among the Body Sect's younger generation, this Wang Yanfeng should be one of the best, right?
The next moment, Chen Ping unhesitatingly gathered his Blood Qi into the sole of his right foot. Recalling the way his Soul Power circulated when his Beast Staff's Second Soul Skill descended, he likewise stamped down solidly.
For a moment, blood-red ripples and a cyan wave of air spread out simultaneously, finally colliding.
"Boom-"
Where the blood-red ripples and cyan wave of air met, the Soul Fighting Arena's floor instantly fractured, revealing crack after crack.
But that was not the end. Wang Yanfeng seemed to have decided from the outset to wear Chen Ping down, paying no heed whatsoever to his own Soul Power expenditure.
Not only did the cyan light on his fists fail to fade, it grew even more intense. His iron fists began pounding the ground rhythmically, as