Ma Guoliang felt an indescribable, colossal force, carrying with it a torrential wave of Inner Qi, surge wildly up the shaft of his spear.
The force was incomparably tyrannical, like a great mountain crashing down upon him. It numbed his arm, instantly split open the web of his hand, and sent blood gushing out.
A sweet taste rose in his throat. He felt his organs churn as his qi and blood roiled, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood right then and there.
In the next moment, the situation on the arena stage was completely turned on its head.
If before the two had been evenly matched, with Ma Guoliang holding a slight advantage, now it was one-sided domination by Yang Jing.
Yang Jing's movements grew faster and faster. As he swung his fists, the air howled around them, and every strike aimed for Ma Guoliang's vital points.
His Inner Qi was vigorous and overbearing, and every attack carried an overwhelming force.
