Jiang Pu threw six consecutive punches, the force of each blow building to a crescendo.
He saw Helian's Inner Strength armor shaking violently, seemingly at its limit, yet it refused to break. He sighed inwardly. 'If only I had specialized in this technique and my cultivation was a level deeper, I could have thrown a seventh punch.'
His Fist Skill was called the Nine-Step Mountain Crossing Fist. With each punch thrown, he would gather power for the next, increasing its force. By the ninth step, the power of his fist would nearly double.
Jiang Pu had spread his training too thin across various disciplines and had only mastered it to the sixth level, hence his lament.
'A three-layered turtle shell... that thing is really tough!'
Zhao Lin watched and shook his head. He figured the two wouldn't be able to determine a winner anytime soon, so he turned his attention to the other fighting ring.
The final match of the round: Liu Feiyang versus Bu Kan.
