Although he had seen Yang Jing's previous matches and had a general idea of his strength, he knew that secondhand knowledge was always shallow. To truly size Yang Jing up, he had to face him in person.
In an instant, a fist and a palm slammed into each other at the center of the arena, unleashing a deafening, thunderous boom that sent ripples through the surrounding air.
The massive boom caused the expressions of every disciple watching on Fushan Square to shift. They subconsciously clenched their fists as their hearts leaped in their chests.
A terrifying force erupted from the point of impact, spreading madly in all directions.
Chu Yunhai felt a fierce and unparalleled power surge from his palm into his body, churning his blood and qi. He stumbled back six steps—THUD, THUD, THUD—each step leaving a shallow footprint in the stone slab.
