Xu Guangwei took a deep breath, pushing aside his scattered thoughts. With a savage sneer, he moved again.
He was even faster now, a gray shadow circling Yang Jing. His claw technique was devious and brutal, aimed exclusively at weak points like joints and the area beneath the ribs. A cold light glinted from his fingertips, a clear sign he was striking with vicious intent.
Yang Jing remained calm and unhurried. He employed his Surging Waves Leg Technique, his movements becoming erratic as he perfectly evaded his opponent's devious attacks.
At the same time, he clenched both fists, unleashing one move after another from his Mountain-Shattering Fist.
The wind from his fists howled, powerful and ferocious, creating an impenetrable defense around his body.
Each time fist and claw met, a dull thud echoed. The wooden planks of the ring creaked and groaned under the force radiating from their feet.
The more Xu Guangwei fought, the more shocked he became.
