Bai Ziyu was secretly alarmed. 'Yang Jing must have also cultivated a True Skill for a Body Technique, and he might even be on the cusp of the Qi Eating Realm,' he thought. 'Otherwise, he wouldn't be this fast.'
Just as his Profound Yin Claw was about to touch Yang Jing's shoulder, Yang Jing's fist, wreathed in a golden light, shot up to meet it.
"CLANG!"
The fist and claw collided, producing a piercing shriek of metal on metal. A shockwave of force erupted, kicking up the dust on the ring.
Bai Ziyu's expression changed abruptly. He felt an astonishing and irresistible force surge from Yang Jing's fist, making his wrist go numb. He almost lost his grip on the claw gauntlet.
What shocked him even more was the incredibly domineering Inner Strength that accompanied the immense force.
This Inner Strength was like fine needles, penetrating his meridians through the point of contact.
