His gaze was calm and sharp, as if nothing in his surroundings mattered but the fusion of fist and force.
His fists whistled through the air, their passage marked by a dull sound of ripping air.
The resulting might was ferocious. A dense Transformation Strength, propelled by his Inner Strength, surged outward. It roiled and echoed throughout the stone room, humming faintly as it struck the gray stone walls.
The tyrannical power displayed during his training far surpassed that of an ordinary Huajin Martial Artist.
If any other disciples had been present to witness this, they would have been utterly shocked.
This power had already faintly surpassed the bounds of the Transformation Realm. Even an ordinary Martial Artist at the Peak of Transformation would find it impossible to block a full-force punch from Yang Jing. They would most likely be severely injured on the spot, their bones shattered.
Yang Jing practiced the Mountain-Shattering Fist over and over again.
