They had originally thought this match would be a one-sided rout, that Yang Jing wouldn't last ten moves against Zhao Chong's Sky-Splitting Fist before being forced to surrender.
But the scene unfolding before them utterly overturned everyone's expectations.
Not only was Yang Jing not being overwhelmed, but he was fighting Zhao Chong on even ground. He even managed to launch a few attacks during the lulls in their exchanges, subtly taking the initiative.
"My heavens! Yang Jing can actually go head-to-head with Zhao Chong and not lose ground?"
"That fist power is terrifying! And Zhao Chong's Sky-Splitting Fist is famous for how domineering it is!"
Cries of shock rippled through the crowd.
...
On the Cyan Qilin Platform, Yang Jing raised an eyebrow, his mind racing with calculations.
He could clearly sense it. 'Although the power in Zhao Chong's fists is ferocious, his stamina is already starting to falter.'
