Both of them leapt up at the same time.
Yang Ge flicked his hand and struck a blade of aura as proud and cold as snow, seeking to take the initiative.
On the other side, Wang Lin stood his ground, his fists as large as sandbags vibrated, and he thrust out a punch with the might of a charging horse, meeting Yang Ge's blade aura head-on.
The two ferocious Qi Forces cancelled each other out, and the remaining energy exploded in mid-air, creating a dazzling golden ripple.
As Yang Ge landed, he heavily stamped on the sandy beach, using the force to leap up again, slicing through the residual energy towards Wang Lin, attempting to make quick work of him with the advantage of his sword.
He knew that those who practiced fists and kicks usually also trained in tough external martial arts.
