For a minute, it seemed as though the skies wrapped themselves around them to unfurl a dysphoric simulacrum of the entire surrounding as they were locked in a minute intense exchange.
The wind rustled with impacts that broke the sound barrier as each one of them's fists delved into the other.
For the monk he was very durable, his body was doing a good work of damage absorption. Li Mingwu. Well, he was durable too, at the very least he isn't breaking down no matter how many times the monk drove his palm into his stomach, chest, and arms.
It was endless.
