Xia Ling, caught off guard by Michael's sudden surge of power, could only watch in horror as his fist hurtled toward her. It was as if a comet, surging through the heavens at peak velocity, now aimed directly at her delicate frame.
The sickening sound of flesh and bone colliding resonated through the training field, shattering the silence that had descended. A palpable shockwave rippled through the air, causing the surrounding youths to gasp in disbelief.
Chen Ling, his eyes widening in astonishment, extended his hand with lightning reflexes, catching Michael's powerful punch in his grasp. The force of the impact reverberated through his arm, yet he remained steadfast.
His voice thundered across the field, filled with anger and admonishment. "Enough! Both of you, cease this reckless display immediately!" His gaze shifted from Xia Ling, who wore a pained expression, to Michael, who stood with a magnificent grin etched upon his face.
