The wind and rain abruptly intensified.
As they fought, Situ Wudi's eyes blazed, and an intimidating presence radiated from his entire body, his skin seeming to glow.
That radiance was not actual light, but the extraordinary change brought about as the Three Jewels of essence, qi, and spirit blended seamlessly together in Pure Yang Body Transformation.
His Central Yellow Meridian was already open. If his pure yang qi could penetrate his entire body from top to bottom, Pure Yang Body Transformation would be within reach, immediately establishing Foresight Perfection.
Such ability was enough to rival Mr. Corpse during the overseas battle.
Only, that man had been gravely injured, his Wild Bull Power not yet fully developed, while the man before him had likewise not yet given his all.
Because Situ Wudi's Martial Way had not yet reached its ultimate state, he intended to temper himself through repeated clashes with Lian Youming, using that ceaseless external force to add fuel to his pure yang qi.
But if Situ Wudi was doing this, was Lian Youming not doing the same?
He too was repeatedly drawing his opponent's incoming force into himself, spreading it from individual points throughout his body, constantly tempering his limbs and bones as though with a heavy hammer, refining his spirit and will.
Rather than a battle to the death, it was more a discourse on the Dao through their fists.
As they fought, they moved through the rain-soaked mountain forest. Behind them, heaven and earth stretched into obscurity, as though the human world were gradually receding, leaving mortal life and all its entanglements far behind.
The two let out long cries and sang aloud, laughing freely. They were as incompatible as fire and water, yet a kindred spirit was hard to find.
Situ Wudi's fist intent grew ever