The muffled thuds of fists and palms colliding echoed one after another, the force of the impacts causing the very air around the arena to tremble violently.
Chu Yunhai's movements grew increasingly nimble. He pushed the Infinite Body to its limit, his steps leaving a trail of afterimages in their wake.
The winds from his Refining Gang Palm were vicious and cunning. Sometimes they struck straight down the center, other times they sliced in from the flanks, each move targeting Yang Jing's openings.
Yang Jing continued to counter with the Mountain-Breaking Seal. His fists, wreathed in three fused streams of Inner Qi, were as heavy and immovable as a mountain. Every collision unleashed an astonishing shockwave of air.
However, his steps gradually grew heavier, and the rhythm of his punches was slowly being dictated by Chu Yunhai.
Yang Jing's expression turned grim.
He could clearly feel Chu Yunhai's speed increasing, bit by bit.
