The two clashed fiercely once more. The muffled impact of their fists and palms sent tremors through the entire platform.
Taking advantage of the close-quarters exchange, Yang Jing gritted his teeth against the searing pain in his chest and smashed a fist viciously into Chu Yunhai's shoulder.
Not to be outdone, Chu Yunhai landed a palm strike on Yang Jing's chest.
Both grunted in pain simultaneously, their bodies flying backward like kites with snapped strings. They each spat a mouthful of blood in mid-air before crashing heavily onto opposite ends of the platform.
Below the platform, the disciples from the various branches, along with the heads and core members of Jintai Prefecture's major families, were all stunned by the scene.
The vast Fushan Square instantly fell silent.
Everyone had expected a fierce battle, but no one had imagined it would be this intense.
