Today was the last day of the martial arts competition on Gui Mountain.
Li Yan fought in the seventh match, and by this time, it was approaching dusk, with the orange glow of the sun illuminating the mountains and the Yangtze River below, dyeing it blood red.
The evening breeze blew, stirring up the bamboo leaves.
Boom!
There was a muffled thud on the stage.
Li Yan staggered two steps backward, bracing his right foot behind him to drag out a long trace, shattering the brick stone floor beneath his feet.
He shook his hand, interlaced his palms, and looked toward his opponent.
"Hey!"
Wu Qu let out a low growl, his muscles bulging, also adopting a stance, with the sound of cracking joints.
Oddly enough, the dust around him quivered.
Of course, his arms were also trembling slightly.
Both fighters had not wasted words earlier but went straight into a head-on clash, a test of whose power was more profound.
The result was a tie!
Li Yan's eyes narrowed slightly in surprise.
