"Third Brother!"
Qin Yu's eyes lit up, and he shot toward the raised platform like a cannonball leaving its barrel.
Boom!
The blue stone paving beneath his feet instantly exploded into a crater. Amid flying rubble, Qin Yu left an afterimage in midair as he clenched his right fist.
A visible silver current instantly wound around his fist. Even the surrounding air was compressed by his terrifying physical strength, producing a string of piercing sonic booms.
"Third Brother, try taking a punch from me!"
Qin Yu used no fancy moves, only the purest, most extreme eruption of strength, driving his fist savagely toward Qin Chen's chest.
Faced with this terrifying punch, powerful enough to flatten a small hill, Qin Chen merely smiled faintly. He stood where he was without dodging, not even raising his hands.
Bang-!!!
A deafening crash erupted above the Martial Arts Field.
A violent shock wave spread from the two of them, rampaging in every direction.
More than a dozen thick white marble pillars around them instantly became covered in spiderweb cracks, while the imperial guards in the distance were knocked this way and that by the blast.
Yet Qin Chen, at the center of the explosion, still stood with his hands behind his back. Not even a corner of his robes was disheveled.
Qin Yu's heavy fist, wreathed in silver currents and powerful enough to blast an ordinary Xiantian expert apart, stopped three inches from Qin Chen's chest, as though it had struck an invisible wall of sighs. It could not advance another fraction of an inch.
"How... is this possible?" Qin Yu's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.
He knew Third Brother was strong, but he had never expected that a punch delivered with all his strength, even drawing upon the Tongtian Diagram's silver