The pain from his left arm surged like a tide. He had been able to grit his teeth and endure it, but now it was growing numb, and even the power in his right arm had diminished.
'Now's my chance!'
A sharp glint flashed in Yang Jing's eyes as he keenly detected the sluggishness in Zhou Tong's advance.
He no longer dodged, instead taking the initiative to step forward. The Rock-Splitting Style of his Mountain-Shattering Fist lashed out, his fist whistling through the air as it shot straight for Zhou Tong's chest!
Zhou Tong's expression changed drastically. He never expected Yang Jing to suddenly switch from defense to offense. He hastily brought his right arm back to defend while subconsciously trying to raise his left to assist in the block.
But the moment his left arm moved, a piercing pain shot through it, and his movement slowed by half a beat!
This half-beat delay became a fatal opening.
Yang Jing's fist had already broken through his defense and was inches away!
