"Break!"
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
A continuous series of impacts rang out. There were no fancy moves, just a pure assault of power. The surrounding air grew scorching hot as, one after another, the streams of Sword Qi were struck by the Fire Fist and shattered. The assault was relentless.
The onlookers were thrilled to their core. It was too exciting, too shocking! This battle showed them what it meant to be a true powerhouse.
The roaring stopped. All the Sword Qi had been shattered, and even Old Master Wei's Protective Golden Light was broken.
Old Master Wei coughed up blood repeatedly, his body already starting to stoop. In a true contest of power, he was no match for Yang Qi. When experience offered no advantage, defeat was only a hair's breadth away.
Yang Qi stood there, holding the absolute advantage. "Concede," he said. "You are no match for me. Out of respect for your seniority, I don't wish to be merciless. You'd best not force my hand."
