The fiery red palm print turned a deep crimson, drawing a brief arc of light in the air before solidly colliding with the punch thrown by Casio. The black and white tiles around them shattered all at once.
The ground shook violently, with sparks exploding from the point of collision and wave after wave sweeping them away. Yangyan staggered back over a dozen steps before he could neutralize the great force within his body. His palm trembled slightly, blood dripping from the split in his tiger's mouth. As it fell in midair, it was decomposed into a blood mist by a certain force, looking like a layer of red cloud.
The Qi that enveloped his arm started to break down, showing a spiral tear, even showing signs of spreading towards his torso.
