"Cough cough!"
Li Qing and Wu Yang exchanged over a dozen punches, the pain from their bodies forcing them to separate.
Pain!
This was the first thought in both of their minds; the impact of each other's fists was simply too painful!
However, Li Qing, who had cultivated the Golden Body Technique, was clearly more resilient. In contrast, after taking Li Qing's Tiger Fist head-on, Wu Yang was coughing continuously, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"Good, good, good! The name of the Fierce Tiger is indeed not a false reputation. With such vigorous qi and blood, no wonder you aspire to the realm of a Grandmaster."
Having consumed Tiger Bone Nourishing Wine for nearly three years, the vitality within Li Qing's body far surpassed that of any peer, leaving Wu Yang greatly astonished.
As the saying goes, youth is feared in combat, but Wu Yang was not an old warrior; at just over thirty, he was in his prime. Who would have thought he would encounter such a monster as Li Qing today?
Li Qing remained silent, yet his gaze was intensely focused on the first fist of Qingzhou before him.