The clanging sound of metal collisions was incessant. Amidst this fierce exchange, Fengyi felt as if his attacks were hitting an impossibly hard wall, unable to move Shi Feiyang in the slightest.
His speed gradually slowed down, his breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat as large as beans rolled down his forehead, his face full of fatigue and despair. The fierce wind outside the pavilion raged, causing the hanging lanterns to sway, casting flickering shadows on everyone present.
Seeing this, Lei Yao let out a furious roar. The "Thunderbolt Fist," with the force of a mighty thunderclap, struck towards Shi Feiyang, its fist wind like thunder, with unparalleled power. Shi Feiyang swiftly turned around, raised his right palm high, and met Lei Yao's punch head-on, with immense power gathered in his palm.
