With that handshake alone.
The two were already clashing.
Their inner strength collided, their spirit intent clashed, and two similar paths along the Martial Way tested themselves against each other.
Back when they had fought overseas, Lian Youming had known his opponent concealed his true depths and held something in reserve, but he had never expected him to be hiding this.
Enormous strength. Indescribably enormous strength.
The man's five fingers curled tight as though cast from fine steel. With that grip, the momentum surrounding him seemed to merge with heaven and earth, like a dragon roaming the sea. Grand momentum accompanied him too. Truly remarkable.
Lian Youming had thought that, among the younger generation, even if he did not reign supreme in sheer physical strength, he was at least one of a rare few. He had never expected the strength of the man before him to be equally astounding. He really had met his match.
They were actually evenly matched.
Under the shocked gazes of the others, neither man moved, still holding their handshake. Yet their clothes had begun contracting and swelling with their breathing, drawing in and expanding by turns. Veins rose to the surface one after another and climbed across their faces, writhing and trembling like earthworms, a terrifying sight.
"Mm!"
"Hoo!"
Terrifying breaths slowly rolled out from their chests and bellies, heavy and deep, like two beasts in human form panting.
Everyone watching felt the atmosphere stagnate like dead water. Their chests tightened, their vision darkened, and an indescribable sense of suffocation overcame them.
With strength like that, even a lump of gold would probably have been kneaded flat and round like soft mud by now.
The two merely stood there, but their feet sank lower and lower into the ground.
The sky suddenly darkened.
A fierce