"Huff!"
On the Martial Arts Performance Ground, figures interweaved.
As the light and shadow settled, Liang Qu stood at the edge of the grounds, his chest heaving violently, with beads of sweat clinging to his rugged body.
An indescribable pressure made his heart pound relentlessly, and amid the tension, his physical strength plummeted like a falling cliff.
Yet, under this immense pressure, the Azure Dragon behind Liang Qu became more solidified, and as he employed it, it further expanded in size, consequently reinforcing his physical body.
Opposite him, Yang Dongxiong watched Liang Qu, his quiet demeanor exerting the pressure of a great mountain.
A moment passed.
He opened his five fingers, and the long knife in his hand disintegrated, turning into swirling white vapor.
"That's enough, you seem exhausted, let's stop here for today," he said.
