After a fierce battle, Zhao Yuan and Xiaoyang lay exhausted on the ground, panting for breath. They were both completely worn out.
Xiaoyang was fine; its hide was tough, and it hadn't suffered any injuries. Zhao Yuan was a different story. The violent struggle had once again ruptured the capillaries all over his body. Bruises and blood spots appeared in many places, and some blood even seeped through his skin, staining his clothes red.
Fortunately, they were only superficial wounds and nothing serious, so Zhao Yuan didn't pay them much mind. He was too busy replaying the recent battle in his head.
At first, Zhao Yuan's use of the Mountain-Breaking Fist was still clumsy. But as the fight wore on, honed by real combat, he found himself using the Martial Skill with increasing ease and proficiency. He wouldn't dare say he had achieved true mastery, but he was at least adept at it now.
