The scene was ever-changing as the two exchanged hundreds of punches.
Meng Chuan's attacks grew fiercer and more fluid with each move.
His waist and hips coordinated, his figure like a drill.
The Baji technique in his hands was not just fast, but like a rhythmic storm, striking continuously.
With a forceful strike, the air rumbled constantly with a muffled roar.
A punch drove out the air in front of him, creating a vacuum.
Then he retracted his fist, pulling all the air back in.
His body manipulated all this like a mythical dragon wielding clouds and mist.
Senior Brother Ma focused on defensive counterattacks, looking for flaws in his opponent's moves.
After taking another hundred punches, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and his arm circled halfway to lock Meng Chuan's arm. The force of Tai Chi's grappling erupted as he tried to completely lock Meng Chuan's arm.
But at this grasp, he was secretly shocked.
