Crash!
The sharp friction split the aura into fragments. It was as if the materialized energy was scattering like shards of glass.
Screeechâ!!
As protective Qi clashed against protective Qi, the air rang with harsh, grinding noise.
Neither side yielded, their strikes fierce and unrelenting yet paradoxically refined in their precision.
Boom! Boom, boom!
Despite the explosion of tremendous energy, not a single bit was wasted.
Every motion had meaning. Even what seemed casually discarded bore intent.
Screeechâ
A swordâs tip tore through the opponentâs Qi barrier, unleashing a golden flash that briefly bathed the surroundings in light.
Vision blurred.
Yu Yeon spun immediately.
Whirlâ!
Though his sight was obscured, his instincts were alive.
By a hairâs breadth, the swordâs tip grazed his shoulder. Using the momentum, he swung his fist without delay.
Boom! Pressure built up in his dantian as he condensed his Qi into his fist.
Hundred Step Divine Fist.
The Shaolin Sectâs ultimate technique erupted into the air.
Crash! Crash! Crash!
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Close.
Too close to evade. Wi Seol-ah frowned, her golden eyes narrowing as she adjusted her grip on her sword.
If escape was impossible and blocking was futile, she had to redirect.
Wi Seol-ah recalled the protective Qi surrounding her body, focusing it instead onto her blade.
Screeeeechâ!!!
Divine Fist slightly grazed the side of Wi Seol-ahâs sword, deflecting skyward.
Boom!
The upward surge felt as though it could pierce the heavens.
The overwhelming display captured the attention of the spectators, but on the stage, the two combatants immediately resumed their stances.
In the blink of an eye, both had reactivated their protective Qi, and bursts of light exploded relentlessly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
To the untrained eye, only faint afterimages and deafening crashes remained.
Even in such an incomprehensible battle, it was clear to all:
These two fighters were on an extraordinary level.
âThis is unbelievable.â
âI canât even follow whatâs happening.â
ââ¦What in the world is going on?â
The martial artists in the crowd were visibly shocked.
At best, the fighters were still in their early twenties, barely entering the later stages of their martial journeys.
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The intensity of the fight rivaled that of a deathmatch between masters of the highest order.
âTo think Iâd gain insight from watching children fight.â
It was absurd.
As the martial artists murmured in confusion: