But he truly had no idea what use there was in figuring this out, because a fist was already roaring like a tiger straight at his face!
Yang Yan barely had time to raise his arm to block. The instant his True Qi gathered, unmatched force crashed into it. Mirror shattered and tiles splintered; nearly half his body went numb, with scattered True Qi careening through it.
But at the instant of impact, Yang Yan also supplied an explosive counterforce. The movement technique that had briefly appeared at Moon-Catching Tower now appeared here. Before the second punch arrived, the youth used that force to spring fifty feet away.
He staggered before coming to a crooked halt, clutching his shoulder.
At last, he managed two hurried breaths.
There was little applause or cheering from the stands.
Such a one-sided beating was hardly interesting to watch, and most people barely knew either contestant. For many, Yang Yan's precarious state had already far exceeded expectations. He had lasted a full five exchanges and could choose to give up now, because the gambling houses were offering a wager-"Will Yang Yan last more rounds than Zhang Mozhu?"
On the northern platform, Zhang Dingyun watched in silence, brows lowered and eyes downcast. Although he had expected this, before the match began he had still harbored a little hope of a miracle.
But Zhang Zongyuan was simply too powerful.
Some at Fifth Growth could defeat Sixth Growth opponents, and some could not. Likewise, some at Sixth Growth could be beaten by Fifth Growth opponents, and some could not.
Zhang Zongyuan undoubtedly belonged to the latter group. His strength was complete, without a single weakness. Against someone like him, you could find no opening.
In the arena, after two breaths, Yang Yan immediately looked up ahead, and his