"I remember now. Your name is Gongyang Ming!"
After a moment's recollection, Lian Youming remembered his name.
He was already considered tall, but this lad stood more than half a head taller than him. He was tearing into a whole roast lamb weighing thirty-odd pounds, chewing down bones and all. The way he ate was truly alarming.
Gongyang Ming's eyes shone. He casually wiped his greasy left hand on his clothes, then slowly extended it toward Lian Youming, thumb spread wide, as though offering a handshake.
"Want to play?"
Li Yinhuan was about to speak, but Lian Youming stopped her.
The martial artists nearby, eager for a spectacle, all backed away to give them room.
"Show us what you've got!"
The loudest cheer actually came from Sun Duhe. He even had his arm slung around Wang Mazi's shoulders, having completely forgotten the painful experience of being kidnapped by him. "All right, let's play!"
In terms of physique alone, Lian Youming ranked among the finest rising talents in the martial world today. Even among the venerable masters and seasoned elders, there were probably few who could match him. Yet the man before him had fought off three Grand Boxers attacking together with nothing more than perfected Ming Jin. It was impossible not to want to test his mettle. With that, Lian Youming gave Yan Lingyun a reassuring look and extended his right hand with a smile.
The moment their hands clasped and their grips tightened, everyone watching blanched and hurried backward.
The paving tiles beneath Lian Youming and Gongyang Ming seemed to have been struck by a hammer weighing ten thousand pounds. With a crash, they sank sharply, and fine cracks spread across the ground like a spiderweb.
Their feet remained planted, seemingly motionless, but their upper bodies were already shifting