Xue Jing's Thunder Flame Boiling Cauldron punch was blocked by Otogirusu's palm lift and diverted upward, taking a curved path.
A pale golden dragon-shaped energy surged from his fist, like a dragon ascending from a deep pool into the sky, piercing through the ceiling with a large hole and continuing its trajectory, extending hundreds of meters away.
"Boom—!!"
"What power," Otogirusu's eyes shone as he exclaimed in Far Eastern language, unable to contain his admiration.
As he spoke, his hands did not slow, his right hand shifting from a palm lift to a Piercing Hand, thrusting towards Xue Jing's abdomen.
"My Style: Glowing Night Branch—"
Vaguely, gem-like colors appeared on his palm, glittering and flickering.
Xue Jing too extended his hand, grabbing Otogirusu's Piercing Hand, and in the instant he gripped it, he felt an almost unstoppable immense piercing force. It was as if what he was holding was not a human hand but the horn of a charging rhinoceros.
