The rain seemed to grow heavier.
The waters of Three-Tiered Spring surged, like towering flood waves.
Atop the perilous peak, wind and rain raged amid thunder and lightning.
"Ah!"
A piercing howl rang out like a wolf's.
Two figures suddenly hurtled through the downpour.
Their feet shifted and turned, their fists colliding again and again, without techniques or variations, nothing but pure collisions of flesh. Each step left an imprint, shattering mountain rock and blasting wind and rain apart, while flesh and blood flew from beneath their fists, scattering through the rain.
They clashed more than a dozen times. As a thunderclap exploded across the sky, both planted their feet, the force in their fists sinking together like toppling mountains as their Inner Strength collided.
Xue Hen's eyes were wide, veins bulging at his temples. His fists were mangled and bloody, and blood kept spilling from the sword wound in his chest. Both arms had swollen a size larger, their distended blood vessels bulging into knots as though about to burst.
Lian Youming's fists were likewise stained with blood, the backs of his hands covered in bulging veins. His arms were in no better condition than his opponent's, a gruesome sight. But as thunder rang in their ears, both shuddered violently and withdrew, one bleeding from the corner of his mouth, the other vomiting a mouthful of blood. Watching Lian Youming's chest and abdomen rise and fall, with a faint rumble of thunder emanating from within, Xue Hen's pupils contracted. A rare look of contemplation crossed his face before he said quietly, "So that's it. To think you actually obtained that training method. But this Thunder Force is no ordinary thing. Heh, heh. You're using your body to channel the power of heaven to fight me, but how long can