Tian Yaosong's spine snapped down like a taut Hard Bow, his right knee almost touching the ground.
He slammed his left palm down toward the ground and drew his right fist back to his ear. Veins writhed like earthworms across his Fist Edge, his knuckles grinding with a crisp CRACKLE.
He lunged forward like a striking falcon, one hand aimed as if to lock onto Chen Qing's throat while the other guarded his chest—a stance for both defense and waiting for an opening.
This was the opening stance of the Windbreaker style: Falcon's Beak Abyss.
Chen Qing took half a step back with his right foot, his heel grinding three inches into the dirt. His knees bent slightly like a drawn bow, but his spine hung loose like a lazy python as his shoulder blades slowly flared out.
The two faced off for several breaths as the surrounding crowd watched with rapt attention.
The next instant, Tian Yaosong stomped his left foot. Mud exploded as his body shot forward like a tightly wound spring.
