Aided by the Jingzhe Force, Qin Baisheng was faster than any master Zhou Yuanjue had ever faced!
His muscles were like they were packed with gunpowder, achieving maximum acceleration over an extremely short distance.
Even with his sharp vision, Zhou Yuanjue could only make out a blurry figure rushing toward him, closing the distance in an instant.
An intense sense of danger flared. The blurry figure's arm was like a coiling dragon, finding a gap in his defense and striking for his chest.
BAM!
The air at the edge of his palm exploded with a muffled boom, like spring thunder after a storm, startling all of creation.
SCREE! SCREE!
But at the very moment Qin Baisheng struck, Zhou Yuanjue seized the brief opening and countered almost simultaneously.
Two sharp airbursts, like a falcon's cry, rang out. One strike shot toward the incoming arm to parry the attack. The other was an immediate counter, sharp fingertips jabbing at his opponent's Adam's apple.
