On the fighting stage in Fushan Square.
Fierce winds howled and dust swirled. The fight between Yang Jing and Bai Ziyu had reached a fever pitch.
A faint golden halo enveloped Yang Jing. His fists brimmed with the immense power born from three fused strands of Inner Qi. His assault was like a tidal wave, with every strike aimed at a vital point. He completely dominated the fight, overwhelming Bai Ziyu like a fierce tiger descending a mountain.
Although Bai Ziyu's Body Technique was agile, and his Wind-Chasing Step made him move like a phantom twisting and turning across the stage, he could never shake Yang Jing's pursuit.
He could only rely on his superior speed to barely stumble away from Yang Jing's follow-up attacks after each clash of fist and claw, leaving him completely unable to counterattack.
But even during these brief clashes, Bai Ziyu couldn't avoid the impact of the incomparably tyrannical Inner Qi from Yang Jing's fists.
