In the aftermath of the fierce clash between Michael and Li Feng, the atmosphere in the arena was heavy with anticipation and tension. The scent of sweat and the lingering echoes of the crowd's frenzied cheers mingled in the air, creating an electric ambiance.
Li Feng, his body trembling and his breathing ragged, struggled to maintain his footing. The forbidden pill's amplified power surged through his veins, but its overwhelming force had yet to be tamed. His once precise and calculated movements had devolved into wild and erratic strikes, each one lacking the finesse and control of a true cultivator.
Sensing his opponent's vulnerability, Michael's eyes gleamed with determination and resolve. He seized the moment, his trained instincts guiding his every move. With lightning-fast reflexes, he unleashed a powerful straight right punch—a culmination of countless hours spent honing his Fist Technique.
