As he finished speaking, Chen Qing's hands suddenly curled into talons, his expression instantly sharpening. Sensing the shift in Chen Qing's aura, Wang Xihan shook his head. He recognized the technique: Dragon Claw Hand. It was a Low-Level Combat Skill known for its speed, precision, and ruthlessness, but it was incredibly difficult to master. Gritting his teeth, Wang Xihan formed his hands into claws as well, and the two began a rapid exchange of attacks.
They parried and countered, spinning and striking. One fought like a ferocious tiger, while the other moved like a soaring dragon, cunning and sharp. Their battle grew faster and faster. Though they appeared evenly matched, any discerning eye could see that Wang Xihan's stamina was already failing. Fine beads of sweat dotted his forehead. Chen Qing, in contrast, was completely unaffected, his breathing only slightly heavier.
