But Yang Jing gave him no chance to breathe. With a quick step, he shadowed him instantly, his fists wrapped in powerful Inner Qi as they smashed toward his face once more.
Su Muyuan hastily raised his sword to block. A loud "CLANG" rang out, and the force of the blow sent him stumbling backward, the blood and qi in his chest churning ever more violently.
He knew he had already suffered serious internal injuries.
In contrast, Yang Jing was brimming with energy. His eyes grew brighter and his punches more ferocious with each passing moment—he was clearly getting stronger the longer they fought.
A wave of despair quietly washed over Su Muyuan.
It was then he realized that Yang Jing seemed to have no weaknesses whatsoever.
His Inner Qi was immense and powerful, no less than the reserves Su Muyuan himself had built through years of arduous cultivation.
