"Heh heh, how's that?"
Even as they contested their strength, Tang Tian could spare attention to speak. His voice was harsh and hoarse, and scalding breath spilled between his teeth, spraying against Lian Youming's face.
"I was a true disciple of the Taizu Long Fist Sect back then! Just because I joined a few years after my senior brother, the sect ordered me to hand over my reserves to him, to help him contend with all the great fighters. Heh heh, I helped him succeed, but who was going to help me?"
Lian Youming remained indifferent and did not reply.
"Hahaha! This martial world sounds so grand, but it's nothing but a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites. Now, even without those reserves, I can still run rampant-" Tang Tian laughed wildly, drawing back and thrusting out his fists. As he moved, his attacks grew faster, sharper, and more vicious, until only two terrifying, frenzied blurs remained. His fists tore through the air like machine-gun fire, or a string of exploding firecrackers.
Smack, smack...
Lian Youming met the fists with his palms, his feet darting and turning. As he parried, he was forced back step by step. He seemed to be at a disadvantage, yet he was like a stubborn rock amid towering waves, remaining steadfast and exposing no openings.
Tang Tian attacked; Lian Youming defended.
One hard, one soft; one attacking, one defending.
Relying on the subtleties of Listening Jin and Hua Jin, he pushed and turned with both palms. His strength spun like a great millstone, continually drawing in his opponent's unending, savage Inner Strength, wearing it down with his palms and dissipating it through his footwork.
An ordinary martial artist could exhaust himself to death without breaking through this defense. But Tang Tian's strength was far too overbearing. Every