Hong Yi found his consciousness beginning to blur. In less than a quarter of an hour, his life would probably come to an end without Dalha even having to lift a finger.
"I can't accept this! Master, your disciple can't accept this!" Hong Yi shouted.
"Can't accept it?" Dalha laughed. "As well you shouldn't. Wanting to fight this State Preceptor-you vastly overestimated yourself."
Hong Yi roared, his body suddenly shooting toward Dalha. A trace of disdain flashed through Dalha's eyes. He swiftly withdrew, seeking to put some distance between himself and Hong Yi.
But just as he began retreating, his expression changed in shock, and he shouted, "How is this possible?"
Dalha had not expected Hong Yi to be much faster than before. In an instant, Hong Yi was right in front of him. This time, he had actually failed to evade him.
"Die!" Hong Yi struck madly at Dalha with both palms, wave after wave of Palm Force enveloping him.
Fear stirred in Dalha's heart, and he desperately unleashed moves to defend himself.
"Aah!" Dalha screamed. In the end, he failed to hold out, and one of Hong Yi's palm strikes landed on him. After taking that blow, his moves fell slightly into disarray, which led to several more of Hong Yi's palm strikes hitting him.
Dalhe abruptly forced Hong Yi back and shot thirty feet away. With an involuntary splutter, he spat out a great mouthful of blood.
"You... you bastard..." Dalha glared furiously at Hong Yi. He had never expected to be wounded by a junior, and the injury was far from light.
After his successful attack, Hong Yi did not pursue. His aura weakened in an instant, this time plummeting almost to rock bottom.
Hong Yi swayed before barely managing to steady himself. He had put