Immense dragon-elephant force surged from Lin Ke's body, gathered in his palm, and condensed at his fingertips.
Whoosh-
Lin Ke curled his hand into a claw. Three golden streaks tore through the wind, raking straight toward Wu Dao's face.
Wu Dao tucked the Rattle Drum into his waistband and burst forward at the same time.
He made no attempt to dodge. His hands moved like darting snakes; as one knocked aside Lin Ke's claw strike, the other came chopping down hard.
Physical technique-Whip Hand!
The strike was supremely powerful and heavy, its speed astonishing.
As it fell, it lashed up a fierce wind, almost whipping the space before Lin Ke into a vacuum.
Lin Ke raised an arm to block.
Clang!
When their arms collided, a ringing hum like clashing metal actually rang out.
Clearly, Wu Dao's physique was also formidable.
Even though Lin Ke had cultivated the five-colored glazed body, he could not gain a firm upper hand in their clashes.
Blurs of hands and claws crisscrossed.
The moment the two engaged, they plunged into a thoroughly exhilarating contest of physical strength.
"What an overpowering physique Lin Ke has! He can actually face Senior Brother Wu head-on without falling behind at all?!"
A disciple below the platform exclaimed, seemingly finding this hard to believe.
"Senior Brother Wu refined a Giant Flood Dragon's blood into his body. His physique rivals a Nascent Soul's, yet he can't gain the upper hand against Lin Ke?"
"No, no, no, you probably haven't heard..." A disciple immediately explained from beside him:
"I heard from our fellow disciples at the Frontline that on his very first day there, Lin Ke killed nearly a hundred Golden Core Monster Beasts with his physical strength alone."
"Looking at it that way, his physique probably really is on par