"I've never killed an Elder from the Yanyue Sect. Today, you'll be the first."
Guo Jiang walked toward Ning Jiang step by step, flames erupting from his entire body. He was like a furnace, the heat waves oppressive.
"First, take a punch from me. Fire Cloud Fist!"
In a flash, Guo Jiang appeared three steps in front of Ning Jiang. His fist was scorching hot, wreathed in roiling flames that left a crimson trail in the air as he threw the punch.
Seeing the fist about to land, Ning Jiang was no longer indifferent. He took a step forward, his right fist suddenly erupting with a brilliant golden light, as if forged from gold. He met the attack head-on, his punch tearing through the air with a ripping sound.
DONG.
A shockwave spread out in all directions.
"You have some skill to be able to take one of my punches."
Guo Jiang's arms trembled, then twisted like two Flood Dragons, striking viciously toward Ning Jiang's chest.
Ning Jiang's footing blurred, and he vanished from his spot.
