"I'll take your life!"
With a piercing howl, He Baichuan dragged the Cloth Staff behind him and lunged forward, his arms twisting and whirling with the movement. Layers of staff shadows instantly filled the sky, the wind from the staff howling and wailing like ghosts.
The strip of cloth, originally four or five meters long, abruptly shortened under the surge of his strength, as though it had been twisted into steel.
Lian Youming found it novel. Rather than retreating, he bent his legs and stepped forward, blending Taiji Hammer with the flurry of Crushing Fist strikes to smash fearlessly into the Staff Sheath. Boom, boom, boom...
The two fierce forces collided, sending explosive currents of force surging out like rolling thunder.
Both men were now fighting in earnest fury. Their mighty strength poured out in torrents, staff shadows sweeping and fist shadows tearing through the air. They traded blows like heavenly thunder meeting earthly fire, snapping and shattering trees wherever they passed, sending rocks flying in all directions.
After only a few exchanges, Lian Youming was just about to press inside when He Baichuan gave a cold smile and flipped into the air. The instant his body left the ground, he swung the Cloth Staff in a full circle, stirring the air with one arm. Layers of fierce wind instantly swept outward like towering waves, shearing grass and trees in half.
The wind from the staff tore through the air. Though it had yet to touch him, it brought a skin-cutting pain, like needles pricking the flesh of his face.
Lian Youming felt the world before his eyes plunge into darkness. Even the moon overhead seemed to disappear behind those terrifying staff shadows.
As he focused his mind, the Cloth Staff in He Baichuan's hands had already gathered its full