Chapter 581 - 194: Decisive Battle! Each Has a Trump Card

Although he had seen Yang Jing’s previous matches and had a general idea of his strength, he knew that secondhand knowledge was always shallow. To truly size Yang Jing up, he had to face him in person.

In an instant, a fist and a palm slammed into each other at the center of the arena, unleashing a deafening, thunderous boom that sent ripples through the surrounding air.

The massive boom caused the expressions of every disciple watching on Fushan Square to shift. They subconsciously clenched their fists as their hearts leaped in their chests.

A terrifying force erupted from the point of impact, spreading madly in all directions.

Chu Yunhai felt a fierce and unparalleled power surge from his palm into his body, churning his blood and qi. He stumbled back six steps—THUD, THUD, THUD—each step leaving a shallow footprint in the stone slab.

Yang Jing hadn’t escaped unscathed either. The Inner Qi in Chu Yunhai’s palm seemed gentle, but it was actually dense and domineering, crashing against him in successive waves like a raging storm.

His arm went numb, and he was forced back five steps before he could regain his footing.

Chu Yunhai’s eyebrow twitched, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

In that head-on exchange, he had truly felt the power in Yang Jing’s fist. It was fierce, heavy, and thunderous—on par with his own strength, giving up no ground whatsoever.

’I don’t have an advantage in Inner Qi or raw power.’ Chu Yunhai had already considered this from the very beginning.

The true source of his confidence in defeating Yang Jing had never been strength. It was his speed—an advantage that placed him far above his peers.

Bai Ziyu might have been faster than Yang Jing, but the gap in their strength was too vast. He couldn’t withstand a direct confrontation; a mere graze would injure him, a single touch would force him to retreat. He could only rely on his Body Technique to evade and maneuver.

But Chu Yunhai was different. His strength was comparable to Yang Jing’s, allowing him to contend with him head-on.

In a situation like this, the advantage of speed could be fully brought to bear.

Chu Yunhai didn’t cultivate ordinary martial arts. He practiced two Top-grade True Skills: the offensive Refining Gang Palm and the defensive Infinite Body.

Both of these Cultivation Techniques were top-tier martial arts from the Xuanzhen Sect’s Scripture Pavilion. Ordinary Inner Sect Disciples had no right to even learn of them; the best they could hope for was a Mid-grade True Skill.

But leveraging his formidable talent and comprehension, he had managed to break through to the Qi Eating Realm in both of these Top-grade True Skills after his master taught them to him.

Now, he had cultivated both True Skills to the Peak of the Qi Eating Realm. The sheer volume of his Inner Qi and the sophistication of his techniques far surpassed those of any disciple at the same level.

From the very beginning, a wide gap had already formed between Chu Yunhai and the average Inner Sect Disciple.

Later, due to his extraordinary talent, he became highly valued by the sect, receiving a disproportionate amount of resources and meticulous training.

His strength grew by leaps and bounds, and the gap between him and the other disciples widened until it became a chasm, leaving them far behind in his dust.

It was a virtuous cycle: the greater the talent, the greater the strength, and the more resources one received. The more resources one received, the faster their strength grew, making their talent all the more apparent.

Chu Yunhai had been extremely meticulous when he first chose these two Top-grade True Skills.

This was especially true for the Infinite Body. Although primarily defensive, it wasn’t a simple Body Refining Hard Skill. It provided a comprehensive boost to all physical attributes, including strength, resilience, and—most importantly—speed.

After breaking through to the Qi Eating Realm with his Infinite Body, Chu Yunhai’s speed had increased dramatically, his movements becoming as swift and agile as lightning.

While he couldn’t quite compare to Martial Artists who specialized solely in speed-focused Body Techniques, he had already surpassed the vast majority of Martial Artists at the Peak of the Qi Eating Realm, making his speed top-tier among his peers.

Chu Yunhai had carefully studied Yang Jing’s previous matches. While Yang Jing wasn’t slow, he was still more than a step behind Chu Yunhai in terms of speed.

This was the very reason Chu Yunhai was so confident he could defeat Yang Jing.

’Of course, even if I weren’t faster than Yang Jing, I’m still confident I could win by relying on my overall strength in a drawn-out fight.’

This was the powerful, bone-deep, and unshakable confidence born from a long history of being number one and crushing his peers.

Chu Yunhai looked at Yang Jing, the corners of his mouth lifting into a composed smile. He silently activated his Infinite Body, and with a flicker, his figure shot forward like a streak of light.

Inner Qi surged through his palms as he flawlessly executed the techniques of the Refining Gang Palm. The wind from his strikes was sharp, whistling through the air as he attacked Yang Jing.

He wasn’t the least bit rushed. His movements flowed like water, retaining that same air of calm, confident composure.

Seeing this, Yang Jing’s eyes narrowed, a grave expression flashing within them.

He could feel the power behind Chu Yunhai’s palm strike and, more acutely, perceive the speed advantage inherent in his opponent’s Body Technique.

He didn’t dare to show the slightest negligence. The three fused streams of Inner Qi in his Dantian began to boil once more as he unleashed the fist art of the Mountain-Breaking Seal. His fists shot out like meteors chasing the moon, carrying a world-rending might as he, too, charged toward Chu Yunhai.

The two clashed on the arena—BANG! BANG! BANG! The muffled thuds of fists meeting palms rose and fell in a deafening, continuous rhythm.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged over thirty blows. Every collision sent terrifying gusts of wind billowing outwards, kicking up the dust on the arena floor and forming visible shockwaves that radiated in all directions.

Chu Yunhai’s Body Technique was exceptionally agile. He darted left and right, his palm strikes cunning and vicious, specifically targeting the openings between Yang Jing’s techniques.

Yang Jing, however, met a myriad of changes with a single, unchanging response. His fist art was as solid as a mountain, his defense impenetrable. Every punch he threw carried a head-on ferocity, allowing him to forcefully weather Chu Yunhai’s onslaught.