Beads of sweat formed on Lin Yue's forehead, his arms growing sore from the repeated collisions.
Mountain-Shattering Fist was an art that consumed a great deal of Inner Strength. He now had to counter his opponent's heavy Palm Force and unpredictable angles at the same time, the pressure bearing down on him like a collapsing mountain.
But he didn't let up, his gaze growing sharper.
Their exchange had allowed him to get a feel for his opponent's style. Li Mengchao was strong, but not invincible.
"HUUUH..."
Lin Yue seized the chance to retreat and took a deep breath, forcing down the ache in his arms. A smile touched with fighting spirit curled his lips.
He had been worried that Li Mengchao would crush him, just as Qin Yu had overwhelmed Yang Jing. After all, his master had specifically warned him to be exceptionally careful against this particular opponent.
But now it seemed that while his opponent was a notch above him, he was far from impossible to fight.
"Again!"
