Cyan and black light clashed in the sky, each refusing to yield. Lin Yun's and Tang Wushuang's fists were locked in a stalemate, neither giving an inch as they unleashed their full power.
Their decade-long struggle was finally coming to an end. The ten-year-old grudge between Lin Yun and Tang Wushuang would finally be settled tonight.
In this final moment, Tang Wushuang had regained his sanity. Though his appearance was still that of a monster, with half his face rotted away, he was now in true control of his body for this final settlement with Lin Yun.
In this respect, Tang Wushuang was truly fortunate. At the very least, he had recovered in these final moments, becoming a man again. He was fighting Lin Yun as a Martial Artist, not a monster.
Watching the battle before them, everyone present stood rooted to the spot, unable to suppress the looks of terror on their faces.
"Just a single punch has this much power?"
"Yeah, and... and I think that monster just spoke."
