On the silent grounds, all martial artists fixated their gaze on the three figures in the arena.
Fight, fight with reckless abandon.
Swift, so swift it defies the eye.
Han Fei's palms surged with energy, relentlessly aiming for Xia Liu's upper route.
Yan Zhu's feet radiated Flowing Flame Power.
With every step he took, the stone slabs beneath left charred marks.
The two Path-Entering martial artists attacked without restraint.
Yet, they failed to gain even a sliver of advantage.
Xia Liu's palms moved like the wind, countering Han Fei's Condensing Frost Palm—effortless!
His legs glided like a phantom, battling Yan Zhu's Flowing Flame Power—impeccable!
Bang!
With a resounding and muffled blast, Xia Liu, who took the brunt of Han Fei and Yan Zhu's Extreme Moves, retreated dozens of meters back.
"Haha! Daoist Fellow Han, he's reached his limit!"
For the first time, seeing Xia Liu retreat so far, Yan Zhu was ecstatic.
