After the exchange of blows, Yang Jing felt an exhilarating satisfaction surge through his entire body. The fighting spirit in his heart grew even stronger.
In his previous fights, whether against Ma Guoliang or other opponents, the gap in strength between them had been significant. It was rare for him to feel the soaring battle spirit that came from meeting a worthy opponent.
Su Muyuan was indeed a fine opponent. His Flowing Cloud Sword Technique was exceptionally sharp. The strike that had just landed on his fist actually carried a faint, stinging pain and sent a slight numbness through his arm.
From that single, hasty clash, Yang Jing had already gotten a rough measure of Su Muyuan's strength.
Su Muyuan's strength was indeed great, but not so great as to be insurmountable. In fact, when it came to sheer, overwhelming power, Yang Jing even held a slight advantage.
