The onlookers each had their own shock and surprise.
Huang Xiao and Xu Wuyu likewise had their own thoughts.
Huang Xiao discovered that whenever his fist force touched Xu Wuyu, some cultivation method protecting him seemed to cancel out most of its strength. Of the full force he unleashed, probably only eighty percent actually took effect. He had thought that by throwing punches relentlessly, regardless of the cost, he could surely break through Xu Wuyu's defenses, or at least shake them a little. Unfortunately, he had not. Xu Wuyu had given him no opening at all.
Likewise, Xu Wuyu was naturally shocked by Huang Xiao's strength.
Huang Xiao had already thrown dozens of punches in succession. Even Xu Wuyu himself probably could not have endured attacking like that. Even if his internal power could sustain it, his meridians probably could not; the backlash from those formidable punches would have been enough to seriously injure him.
These punches are too powerful. Even with the Taixuan Mystical Art protecting me, I can only disperse twenty percent of their force. It's simply unbelievable, Xu Wuyu thought, inwardly alarmed.
Originally, he had believed that no matter how Huang Xiao attacked, the divine art protecting him would be enough to cancel out half the force. But now his calculations had fallen through.
Of course, Xu Wuyu also discovered that whenever he attacked Huang Xiao, each exchange left his blood and qi churning from the impact. By now, he had suffered some injuries, yet the young man before him showed no change in expression. He could not tell whether Huang Xiao was enduring the pain and pretending to be fine, or truly had not been injured.
In fact, Huang Xiao was naturally injured. Such fierce exchanges were more than anyone could bear. Although neither man's injuries