Zhuo Qingwei was momentarily taken aback, looking somewhat surprised at the person adopting a detached attitude, quietly standing there, gazing at the two men engaged in fierce combat in the sky, drawing ever closer.
Zhuan Yang's timing and seizing of opportunities were always precise, and his usage of his own strengths exceedingly proficient. Zhou Feng's disadvantage lay in his realm being weaker than that of Zhuan Yang, although somehow, Zhou Feng's strength had compensated for the disparity in their realms, a disparity that undeniably still existed.
Zhuan Yang's paw strike was tremendously forceful, nearly executed with his full effort, far more robust than during his previous probing strikes. The pair of Tiger Claws he wielded danced majestically, faintly emanating the sound of a true tiger's roar from his claws.
