The incense burner stood nearly two meters tall. Though its belly was empty, its base was thick and heavy, weighing at least four or five hundred jin. Now, someone had heaved it up with one shoulder using Soft Jin. Its base plowed sideways like a heavy plow, shattering bricks and stone in its path with terrifying force.
The morning wind swirled, and flames roared out through the burner's openings, forming three surging waves of fire. The nearby spectators stumbled backward, crying out in alarm.
Surprise flashed in Lian Youming's eyes as well, but a fierce look replaced it an instant later. His eyes narrowed slightly, strange colors blooming in his pupils, as though he were drawing in the radiance of the sun and moon between heaven and earth.
A worthy opponent was hard to come by.
He opened his throat wide and gulped down a breath. Qi-Blood surged throughout his body. Watching the huge burner hurtle straight toward him, he lowered his center of gravity and strode forward rather than retreating.
With one step, Lian Youming thrust both palms out with the force to push mountains and shake peaks. Sinews and bones stood out on the backs of his hands as they pressed against the gourd-shaped incense burner.
Rather than alarm, the sight brought Yang Wu delight. In such a shift of force, the initial burst was naturally the strongest, and it would diminish afterward. Yet Lian Youming had chosen precisely the moment when its force was most ferocious to meet it head-on.
"Well met!"
With a tiger-like roar, Yang Wu also drove his palms forward, mustering more strength.
Compared with fighting through changing moves, this collision of strength was more direct-and more dangerous.
There were no fancy tricks, only pure strength to break the enemy and overwhelming force to