"I'm going to put forth my strength," Fang Ming roared, his body suddenly accelerating. The air produced a sonic boom, and his pair of huge fists hammered Song Yun's chest like twin dragons emerging from water.
Song Yun dared not take the blow head-on, his left foot sliding forward in an arc. One hand slowly reached forward with his left foot, and in the instant Fang Ming's fist was only centimeters from his chest, Song Yun deftly deflected it, as easily as one fans themself on a normal day.
"The force is mighty, but the agility is lacking," said Song Yun. With a somersault, he lightly tapped Fang Ming's arm, which had not yet been retracted, and like a great eagle, landed on his opponent's back.
"King Yama's Three Touch Death," Song Yun bellowed, his right hand swiftly slapping Fang Ming's back three times from top to bottom, playfully like lovers teasing or children at play. To those watching below, it seemed nothing short of leniency.
