A glint flashed in Song Changsheng's eyes as he watched the black flames leap toward him. The muscles in his legs erupted with immense power, and he threw himself to the side, dodging the deadly black blaze.
WHOOSH!
Spiritual Power surged around Zhang Zhiyuan as he instantly thrust a palm at Song Changsheng's chest.
Without a glance, Song Changsheng threw a punch in return.
Fist and palm slammed together, just as in their previous exchange. This time, however, Song Changsheng was driven back a dozen steps, while Zhang Zhiyuan merely swayed slightly before regaining his footing.
It seemed Zhang Zhiyuan had the absolute upper hand, but he was secretly reeling. He could tell that Song Changsheng had used nothing but the pure strength of his Physical Body.
He'd put his all into that palm strike, yet he never expected his opponent would only be at a slight disadvantage.
