'This is my chance!'
A sharp glint flashed in Yang Jing's eyes as he seized the opening. Stomping his left foot, he shot forward. His right fist, brimming with the full force of his Inner Strength, blasted toward Zhao Chong's chest like a clap of thunder.
Zhao Chong, true to his reputation as a top expert of the Inner Strength Level, sensed the danger the very instant the opening appeared.
His expression changed drastically. He hastily turned and raised an arm to block, but in his rush, the technique was incomplete, and he couldn't channel his full Inner Strength into the defense.
BAM!
Fist met palm, and a dull thud resounded across the entire area.
Zhao Chong felt an irresistible wave of power crash into him, making his arm go numb and his Inner Strength roil violently.
He staggered back more than ten steps. A sweet, metallic taste filled his throat, and he violently coughed up a mouthful of blood that splattered across the stone slabs in a shocking display.
