Chapter 201: Sealing!
Song Zixuan was also stunned, a strange light flickering in her eyes. Kuang Tianhao was her cousin, and she knew his strength all too well. He had been chosen to join the Dragon Binding Division at a young age and had even distinguished himself as their top combatant, earning the admiration of countless people. It was safe to say that even in the Dragon Binding Division, an organization teeming with experts, Kuang Tianhao was considered to be in the upper echelons of the younger generation.
She had assumed Kuang Tianhao could make Zhao Dong eat dust with a single, casual move, leaving him unable to get back up. Yet, unexpectedly, while Zhao Dong had been sent flying, Kuang Tianhao himself had also been forced back several steps. The gulf between their cultivation realms was supposed to be enormous!
Under Song Zixuan's astonished gaze, Zhao Dong slowly stood up. His clothes were torn and covered in dust, but a sharp light still glinted in his eyes. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he stared coldly at Kuang Tianhao.
"Is this the strength of a Dragon Captain? I'm not impressed."
Veins bulged on Kuang Tianhao's forehead as he roared, "Insolent whelp! You dare challenge the Dragon Binding Division? I'll cripple you today!"
Kuang Tianhao flickered, appearing before Zhao Dong in a few flashes as his hand morphed into a claw. "Tri-Origin Divine Claw!"
A bizarre, violet light with an eerie luminescence swirled around his palm. The claw swiped at Zhao Dong's throat, but he dodged by throwing himself into a backward roll. Even so, the attack snagged the fabric on his chest, instantly tearing three huge, bloody gashes into it. A burning pain seared Zhao Dong's chest as he looked down at the injury. Gasping, he looked up just in time to see Kuang Tianhao's clawed hand swooping down again.
The claws shrieked through the air. Sensing the formidable power of the attack, Zhao Dong rapidly dodged backward, but Kuang Tianhao pursued relentlessly. Finding the situation difficult, Zhao Dong clenched his hands into fists, meeting the assault head-on. Dull thuds echoed through the air as they collided repeatedly. Their movements were a dizzying blur, too fast for the eye to follow.
Soon, Zhao Dong's fists were burning with pain, and he had suffered several more claw wounds. Seizing a brief opening, he launched a mid-air side kick that slammed into Kuang Tianhao's hand. Kuang Tianhao stumbled back a few steps but immediately charged forward again.
"Frost Shattering Shadow Fist!"
Kuang Tianhao roared. He brought his fists together, then snapped them apart. Instantly, they became phantasmal, a dizzying illusion of countless afterimages that reached Zhao Dong in a heartbeat.
Zhao Dong's pupils constricted. He sidestepped and roared back, "Mystic Sky Fist!"
The Mystic Sky Fist was one of the world's supreme fist-fighting arts, by no means inferior to the Frost Shattering Shadow Fist. In an instant, Zhao Dong's aura surged, releasing a presence so intimidating it made one's heart palpitate. Their fists met in a frantic mid-air collision, creating fierce gusts of wind.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! A series of solid impacts rang out ceaselessly between them.
The impacts left Zhao Dong's hands numb and aching, but Kuang Tianhao was in no better shape. The Mystic Sky Fist was simply too powerful and overbearing. He was gradually growing fatigued, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Die!"
With a cold glint in his eyes, Kuang Tianhao suddenly launched a vicious kick straight at Zhao Dong's groin.
"You shameless bastard!"
Zhao Dong snorted coldly. He deftly dodged, his own punches becoming several times more ferocious than before.
Zhao Dong landed two punches, causing blood to trickle from the corner of Kuang Tianhao's mouth as his face turned pale. Despite this, Kuang Tianhao's eyes remained chillingly cold, his claws lashing out like venomous snakes, targeting every part of Zhao Dong's body. Zhao Dong did his utmost to evade but was quickly growing impatient.
Employing a clever footwork technique, he feinted, causing Kuang Tianhao's claws to strike empty air. He then took a sudden step to the right, appearing at Kuang Tianhao's side and rear, and hammered a punch directly into his opponent's waist.
Kuang Tianhao's heart skipped a beat. He had never expected Zhao Dong's speed to match his own. The waist was a vital point, and he had no time to dodge, so he could only block with his arm.
The punch slammed into Kuang Tianhao's arm. CRACK! The bones in his right arm were brutally shattered by Zhao Dong's blow.
Kuang Tianhao let out a muffled groan of pain, but his eyes turned frosty. His combat instincts were still razor-sharp. In that same instant, he struck back, slamming his left palm heavily onto Zhao Dong's shoulder.
THUD!
A dull impact rang out. Zhao Dong's expression twisted as the blow sent his blood and Qi into turmoil, instantly sapping his strength. He crashed to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop. With bloodshot eyes, he let out a low roar and leaped to his feet, clashing with Kuang Tianhao once more.
Their exchange was a dazzling display, like a high-octane scene from a martial arts film. As they both showcased their exquisite combat skills, Kuang Tianhao suddenly taunted, "Do you really think you can contend with me?"
"Otherwise?" Zhao Dong replied coldly.
Without another word, Kuang Tianhao growled, "Five God Thunder Palm!"
Suddenly, an indescribable, domineering aura erupted from him. Faint electric sparks crackled around his palm, a truly astonishing sight. Before Zhao Dong could react, the palm struck him squarely in the chest.
Zhao Dong's whole body convulsed. The blow instantly fractured three of his ribs, and blood poured from his nose and mouth.
Even as he reeled, Zhao Dong desperately managed to slam his own fist into Kuang Tianhao's chest. Seeing the wild, crazed look in Zhao Dong's eyes, Kuang Tianhao instantly knew something was wrong and tried to pull away. However, Zhao Dong, despite his grievous injuries, seized the opportunity and stuck to him like glue, refusing to let him retreat.