The sparring platform trembled under the sheer pressure exuded by Kang Yong-Jin. The air around his body shimmered as if heat radiated from him. Aldrian observed calmly, raising his hand and motioning for him to "come."
Without hesitation, Kang Yong-Jin stomped his foot and propelled himself toward Aldrian with immense speed, breaking the sound barrier. His fist shot forward with all his might, and in the next moment, it was right in front of Aldrian's face.
As he watched the incoming punch aimed at his face, Aldrian's thoughts were elsewhere.
"This is a good opportunity for me to train against a body cultivator."
He raised his own fist to meet the blow, but held back most of his power to avoid causing any serious injuries. Seeing Aldrian attempt to match his strength, Kang Yong-Jin smirked mockingly.
"You dare to compete with me in physical strength? You're going to regret this."
