"Bang, bang, bang..."
Amid the scattered mountain peaks, two figures raced sideways over the ground, their hands unleashing killing moves without pause.
Both moved with astonishing speed. One kicked off branches and stepped on trees, bounding as though flying; the other charged in great strides like a savage tiger prowling the mountains, lunging and darting, every step carrying him several meters farther in a blur.
Earlier, Lian Youming had been alarmed. Now it was Song Huaizhen's turn to feel secretly shaken.
What in the world? Could just a few years produce such martial attainment?
Even in that turbulent age when prodigies had emerged in droves, monsters like this had been rare.
But the more this was so, the fiercer Song Huaizhen's desire to kill grew, rising like fire, his attacks ruthless beyond compare.
That was also why he spared no effort in mobilizing his own vital essence, seeking only to end the fight quickly.
"Croak, croak!"
The Toad Croak rang out. Song Huaizhen employed Taiji Cannon Punch, pushing and turning both fists. They seemed light and soundless, but wherever their force passed, fierce winds swirled, shattering wood and sending stones flying.
He built momentum with hammering force in one hand while reaching out with the other like a dragon's claw, yet also like an Eagle Claw. Force burst from his fingertips, and with a sudden lift, his hand reached Lian Youming's elbow joint, five fingers clamping down like iron pestles.
That grab actually concealed the exquisite variations of several Neijiaquan styles: the agility of Monkey Form, the momentum of Dragon Form, the penetrating force of Crane Claw and Eagle Claw, and the clinging, entangling variations of Eighteen Falls Upon Touching Clothes.
Though Lian Youming's body was overwhelmingly powerful, Song Huaizhen targeted the vital points of the human body, clearly intending