Chapter 109 – Frenzied Battle with C-Class Ability User (Part Two)

“You’re right. Warm-up’s over. Time to show you what I’m made of,” Tian Ming said disdainfully.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, a dark shadow flashed across the arena.

Ye Kuang’s eyes widened at the sight, a piercing pain suddenly shooting through his lower abdomen.

Without even realizing what happened, he had taken a solid punch!

This not only made him deeply incredulous but also ignited his fury.

Gritting through the sharp pain, Ye Kuang slammed his palm fiercely toward his opponent’s crown.

His completely enraged appearance resembled a ferocious tiger ready to devour its prey.

This palm strike carried all his anger – if it landed solidly, even the strongest opponent would pay a heavy price.

Yet unexpectedly, whether intentionally or due to supreme confidence, Tian Ming formed a fist with one hand and met the palm with a Cannon Blast!

Whoosh-BOOM!

Fist and palm collided, creating a dull thunderclap that left lingering echoes in their ears.

Ye Kuang’s expression changed again – against this tremendous force, he couldn’t control his body and was sent flying backward uncontrollably.

Only when he stomped hard against the wall did he manage to stop his violent momentum.

The wall couldn’t withstand the force of his stomp, denting inward with cracks spreading everywhere, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Meanwhile, Tian Ming on the opposite side merely shook his arms a few times, completely unfazed.

It could be said that only at this moment did Ye Kuang truly understand the profound meaning behind the Elder’s words: however strong you are, there’s always someone stronger; beyond every mountain lies a higher peak.

His opponent’s power was simply immeasurable. If it could be described in one phrase, it would be like a mountain torrent bursting forth – turbulent, overwhelming, and unstoppable!

At this thought, Ye Kuang slowly exhaled a turbid breath, his eyes showing solemnity for the first time ever.

“Again!” Ye Kuang said.

Hearing this, Tian Ming couldn’t help but sneer coldly: “You’re too weak.”

Ye Kuang closed his eyes in response, showing neither joy nor anger, his face completely expressionless.

But in that instant, his mentality underwent subtle changes, causing his entire spirit and energy to refresh completely.

When he reopened his eyes, he gave off a distinctly sharp, piercing feeling.

The wind screamed silently, dragon roars seemed to echo incessantly.

He was gradually awakening, as if reborn, experiencing what felt like nothing less than a baptism.

BANG!

Ye Kuang stomped the ground, moving with swift steps as he chose to take the initiative and attack first!

Seeing this, Tian Ming remained completely unruffled. Against an opponent who failed to recognize the reality of the situation, no matter how many attacks they launched, the outcome would remain the same.

Enhance!

While roaring wildly, Tian Ming already intended to completely end this one-sided battle.

Both combatants adopted strikingly similar stances, charging toward each other head-on.

THUMP!!!

When their fists collided, the sound resembled a bursting leather drum, suddenly erupting in a deafening roar.

Ye Kuang flew back even faster than he had charged forward. Under this irresistible force, he smashed hard into the wall, making his boiling blood feel like it was churning and rolling within him.

PFFT!

As the metallic taste invaded his throat, he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

Even Tian Ming lost his initial composure, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he staggered back several steps, his face filled with disbelief: “You…”Yet before the echo of that single word “you” could fade, another long-range punch followed!

It was none other than the utterly frenzied Ye Kuang.

Witnessing this, Tian Ming’s expression shifted once more, but in the blink of an eye, his face turned frosty. A surge of white light suddenly enveloped his entire body, making him appear as if clad in shimmering white armor!

In the heat of the moment,

the two closed the distance in an instant, exchanging blow for blow, their evasive movements so swift they seemed like fleeting illusions, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

The sheer madness of the battle left every onlooker trembling with fear.

Each strike from both sides was overwhelmingly fierce and powerful, carrying the weight of a thousand jun. With every explosion of force, thunderous roars echoed incessantly.

As they gasped in shock, they couldn’t help but compare—what would happen if they were the ones facing such an opponent?

The answer was clear: none of them could withstand even three rounds against Ye Kuang.

And now, with both fighters unleashing their full potential, the scene grew even more terrifying.

After executing a series of his self-created punches, Ye Kuang sensed something unusual—the Subduing Tiger Fist seemed to hold vast, untapped potential.

In the midst of combat, he fought and comprehended simultaneously, his fists shifting unpredictably in his grasp.

Roar, roar, roar!

Ye Kuang struck out with both fists, roaring like a tiger echoing through the Mountain Forest.

But to assume these were merely fists would be a grave mistake.

In just a short while, despite Tian Ming’s extraordinary physique, he was left covered in wounds, secretly suffering heavy losses.

His arms were riddled with claw marks, dripping with fresh blood.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang’s Subduing Tiger Fist began to undergo a subtle transformation. Not only did punches and claws interchange seamlessly, but they merged into a unified combat style.

When Ye Kuang threw a Cannon Blast punch, what should have been a repelling blow subtly shifted.

His other fist instantly morphed into a sharp claw, lunging up and down like a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey.

Seizing Tian Ming’s arm tightly, he pressed forward aggressively.

In the next moment, Ye Kuang’s dual claws moved freely, as if cutting through an unguarded territory.

Two deep, bloody gashes were carved into Tian Ming’s arms, provoking his furious roar: “Get away from me!”

Hiss—boom!

In that instant, the two collided palm-to-palm with brutal force.

Tian Ming had no choice but to retreat to a safe distance, but what followed made his expression shift again.

Steadying himself, Ye Kuang charged forward once more, his fists swinging relentlessly—alternating between punches and razor-sharp claws.

Anyone witnessing this would find it unbearably frustrating, for his fighting style shifted unpredictably, growing ever more ruthless.

Realizing this, Tian Ming let out a savage roar, bellowing: “Enhance… enhance… enhance!”

Bang!

Instantly, Tian Ming’s upper garment proved too fragile, exploding into shreds that scattered like confetti.

Revealed was his powerfully built, muscular physique. Were it not for the claw marks marring his arms, he could have easily competed in a “Most Perfect Muscles” contest.

Even Ye Kuang couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath at the sight.

Muscle upon muscle stood out with stark definition—but these were no ordinary muscles; they were like solid lumps of iron!