At the peak of their intense spar, Sun Yong suddenly spoke, his voice calm yet piercing. "Pay close attention."
Yang Jing was instantly alert, his focus narrowing in a flash. He fixed his eyes on his master, subconsciously slowing his breathing.
Sun Yong abandoned his previously defensive stance. He stepped back slightly with his right foot, twisted his waist gently, and slowly clenched his right hand into a fist.
It was the opening stance of the Mountain-Shattering Fist, but when he executed it, it seemed to embody some profound principle.
Before the punch was even thrown, an aura as solid as a mountain began to spread. Though the fist was only pushing forward slowly, to Yang Jing, it felt like a great mountain was crashing down on him, completely inescapable.
'Is this the true essence of the Mountain-Shattering Fist?'
Shaken to his core, Yang Jing subconsciously threw a punch to meet it.
