In this world completely shrouded by an air of killing intent, the gloom weighed heavily on the earth, as if to crush all life within it.
"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong and the Vice Gang Leader of the Jingn Gang, You Hehuan, these two masters t by chance in the midst of chaos, and in an instant, an earth-shattering, thrilling duel unfolded.
Wu Zhong's feet were firmly planted on the ground, as steadfast as the intertwined roots of an ancient tree.
He slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, as though he could inhale all the surrounding air into his abdon.
In that mont, the aura around him underwent a transformative shift, the Inner Power of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture" surged within him like a violent undercurrent, fiercely cycling through his body with each circadian rotation, accompanied by the subtle "crack" of his bones, as if his body was undergoing a complete tamorphosis.
The True Qi within him roared endlessly, like a rampaging dragon charging through his ridians, where it passed, muscles slightly bulging, and veins standing out like earthworms, clearly visible.
His palms gradually emitted a faint golden glow, not dazzlingly bright, but carrying an awe-inspiring sense of sanctity, like being enveloped in the radiance of ancient deities.
With a thunderous roar that seed to tear through the sky, Wu Zhong executed the "Demon Subduing Divine Palm."
At that mont, his figure beca like a black phantom, moving so fast it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
He suddenly lunged forward, causing the ground beneath him to crack instantly into spiderweb patterns, with stones shooting outwards in the gust of his palm strike, like cannonballs, smashing debris from trees and even pocking distant boulders.
His right palm wielded the force of mountains and oceans, a world-destroying power, palm facing forward, his aura rising instantly like a deity descending to punish evil, striking fiercely towards You Hehuan's chest.
The palm wind howled, like a level-ten gale sweeping through, compressing the air into a hissing sound, even space seed unable to withstand this mighty power, twisting and distorting.
Under the fury of the palm wind, the surrounding vegetation was flattened in an instant, the ground furrowed into deep trenches several feet down, with soil upheaved into waves in the air.
You Hehuan, witnessing this terrifying scene, felt his heart constrict sharply, terror shooting from his feet to his head.
Yet, years of Jianghu experience quickly cald him, his mind racing for a counterasure.
He knew there was no escape at this mont, the only chance was to confront it head-on, perhaps there was a slim chance of survival.
In an instant, he pushed his "Crane Soaring Technique" to the limit, his aura transford, a sharp gale radiating outward from him, his clothes fluttering, hair flying wildly.
You Hehuan shouted loudly, his cry carrying all his fighting spirit and determination.
His right fist clenched, the tendons on it bulging like twisted tree roots, a faint blue airflow swirling within his fist.
Unleashing the strongest form of the "Crane Soaring Fist"—"Crane Breaks the Ninth Heaven."
His figure leapt skyward, like a crane soaring to break through the clouds, with unstoppable montum, charging towards Wu Zhong's Demon Subduing Divine Palm. As his right fist ascended, it continuously absorbed surrounding air, forming a small cyclonic whirlwind, spinning rapidly, emitting a piercing whistling sound.
Just before his fist was about to et Wu Zhong's palm, a glint of resolve flashed in You Hehuan's eyes, and he forcefully thrust his right fist forward, the blue cyclone carrying all his Power, like a released cannonball, fiercely colliding with Wu Zhong's golden palm imprint.
"Boom!" A massive explosion sounded, as if the heavens collapsed, causing the air to seethe around them.
Centered on the two, a powerful shockwave spread outward, the dust on the ground blown into a sky-blocking dust cloud. The surrounding trees were uprooted, spiraling in the air, then falling heavily at a distance.
Even the giant rocks were shattered, turning into countless flying debris.
You Hehuan only felt a tidal wave of power transmitted from his fist, causing sharp pain in his arm, the bones seemingly on the verge of breaking.
His body uncontrollably flew backward, tracing an arc in the air, slamming heavily into the ground, forming a deep crater.
The ground around the crater fractured, spreading out like a shattered spiderweb.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes showed unwillingness, he bore the pain, struggling to stand, his gaze locked on Wu Zhong.
Wu Zhong's eyes were as cold as a wolf eyeing injured prey, with a light step, he was upon them like a specter. His body surged with the Inner Power of the "Six Harmonies True Scripture," the golden glow increasingly dazzling, like the scorching sun, driving away so of the surrounding gloom, yet adding a sense of impending death.
Wu Zhong once again unleashed the "Demon Subduing Divine Palm," his hands moving, stirring the air into frothy boils, emitting a whistling sound.
This ti, his palms faced each other, a golden whirlwind spinning madly between them, his palms thrusting forward suddenly, the golden whirlwind carrying formidable force, enveloped in a searing wave of heat, like a golden teor, speeding towards the prone You Hehuan in the crater.
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