Xue Jing's Thunder Fla Boiling Cauldron punch was blocked by Otogirusu's palm lift and diverted upward, taking a curved path.
A pale golden dragon-shaped energy surged from his fist, like a dragon ascending from a deep pool into the sky, piercing through the ceiling with a large hole and continuing its trajectory, extending hundreds of ters away.
"Boom—!!"
"What power," Otogirusu's eyes shone as he exclaid in Far Eastern language, unable to contain his admiration.
As he spoke, his hands did not slow, his right hand shifting from a palm lift to a Piercing Hand, thrusting towards Xue Jing's abdon.
"My Style: Glowing Night Branch—"
Vaguely, gem-like colors appeared on his palm, glittering and flickering.
Xue Jing too extended his hand, grabbing Otogirusu's Piercing Hand, and in the instant he gripped it, he felt an almost unstoppable imnse piercing force. It was as if what he was holding was not a human hand but the horn of a charging rhinoceros.
However, if this were truly a rhinoceros, he could pin it down with a single finger; unfortunately, it was not, and Xue Jing instantly judged that this strike was not good to resist head-on.
So, he simply didn't resist.
He relaxed his feet, no longer gripping the ground, and his entire body relied solely on the strength of his right hand, holding onto Otogirusu's Piercing Hand, or to put it another way, hanging onto Otogirusu's hand like a hook.
As a result, he was directly pushed back by Otogirusu, crashing through a wall with a loud bang, not stopping, continuing to bulldoze through several buildings until he ca to the street, dozens of ters away, outside the Ruo Gong Dojo.
During this process, he continuously held onto Otogirusu's Piercing Hand, his posture unchanged, not allowing it to get even a fraction closer to his abdon.
The trendous noise caught the attention of countless passersby on the street.
"What happened? A fight?"
"Hmm? Isn't that Otogirusu?"
Ruo Gong Dojo is located in District A3, where the residents are either rich or noble, and their access to information is much better than that of ordinary people; most of them recognized the third heir to the Otogi Zaibatsu.
"This martial arts maniac is fighting soone again... Why is it so intense this ti? Weren't the previous ones over in an instant?" Find adventures at empire
The crowd was imnsely curious but also understood that it was dangerous to approach such a divine conflict, so they simply kept their distance to watch.
But they soon realized that keeping their distance... was not safe either.
"Fla Color Chain–Burning Wheel—"
"Suzaku Style–Scarlet Dye—"
"Boom—!!"
A ring-shaped blast of air exploded out from the middle of Xue Jing and Otogirusu, with them at the center. Everything within dozens of ters was blown away instantly– tables, trees, houses... all were shattered, becoming part of the blast wave and spreading out over a hundred ters.
"Aaahhh!"
A few bystanders who were too close were blown away by the blast wave, screaming in terror, at a loss.
A Far Eastern youth nad Ruo Gong Taiping quickly intercepted and rescued the airborne bystanders, gently placing them on the ground.
He sighed with a bit of a headache as he looked towards the two young monsters who had already started fighting fiercely, paying no mind to their surroundings.
"Young master... at this rate, if we're not careful, it could lead to an international incident."
"Bang, bang, bang, bang—!!"
Explosive sounds continued without end as two figures intertwined, fighting in the sky one mont and on the ground the next.
Each punch and kick was like a bomb exploding, pushing the air aside to create temporary spherical vacuums, countless vacuums appearing and being filled constantly, forming a violent stream of wind. It was a fearso power that could nearly alter the weather.
Though the two of them consciously kept the battle contained near the Ruo Gong Dojo, the destruction they caused was still imasurable. Anything within ten ters of them was dood to be shattered, and even a hundred ters out, there was still a risk of being affected by the aftermath.
From the beginning of his martial arts training, the enemies Xue Jing had encountered had either been instantly killed or overwhelmingly crushed by him, with few possessing the strength to truly exchange blows, especially Martial Artists like Jiao Hongyuan, who should have been a formidable yet incomplete Limit-Breaking Grandmaster.
In cooperation with his senior brother, the fight ended instantaneously.
Therefore, he had never truly experienced a match between Martial Artists where they were evenly matched and fully engaged in combat.
Not until this mont did he finally find the joy of facing a real 'challenge'.
Attacking, countering, dismantling... Fast, incredibly fast, unbelievably fast.
Xue Jing's pupils concentrated to an extre, his limbs almost turning into afterimages. Every move was exquisite, impossible for an ordinary Martial Artist to withstand even one.
But Xue Jing and Otogirusu exchanged blows at a rate of dozens, even hundreds of tis per second.
"Suzaku Style... although I've long known this style is known for its speed, I didn't expect it to be this fast."
Xue Jing felt his own speed had reached its limit but found that, for the most part, he was on the defensive, with only about one-fourth of his actions being offensive out of the tens to hundreds of movents every second.
If it weren't for his Lv10 Aiming's phenonal Dynamic Vision, he wouldn't be able to keep up with such a terrifyinly fast pace of combat.
Even though he could keep up, he was still at a disadvantage.
Of course, speed is just one part of combat strength. Xue Jing was simply trying to make Otogirusu lose 'convincingly' by trying to defeat him in the area he excelled in.
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