The black circle in the blazing flames exploded instantly.
Bang!
Branches and dust were tossed up by a wave of heat.
Yu Daohen landed, immediately condensed the Tian Gan Palm in his palm, stomped his foot, and charged at Zhang Ming like a drawn bowstring.
The black sphere dissipated, and Zhang Ming, within it, had condensed a stream of black gas in his hand, which he hurled out.
Bang!
The two palms collided, releasing a burst of energy that scattered, blowing leaves from the trees.
Yu Daohen grinned at Zhang Ming, "You've got some strength, but it's not enough."
Zhang Ming's expression turned slightly serious, but he still retorted, "I don't see you as much stronger either."
"Oh, your mouth is quite tough. I wonder if your fists are as hard as your words," Yu Daohen chuckled dismissively.
"Then come and try!" Zhang Ming retorted with equal disdain.
They both stepped back simultaneously and threw punches.
Yu Daohen quickly condensed the Di Kun Hand and smashed it forward. Zhang Ming followed suit, condensing a layer of something like armor on his palm and clenching his fist to strike.
Bang!
The two fists collided as if to tear the surrounding space apart.
Yu Daohen showed no pressure on his face, appearing rather nonchalant.
Zhang Ming, on the other hand, was extremely grim.
Despite feigning an unconcerned demeanor, it was clear he was nearing his limit.
Zhang Ming was inwardly shocked.
This guy looked like a pretty boy, where did he get so much strength?
Both exerted their strength and were pushed back.
Yu Daohen steadied himself, his expressionless face betraying a hint of surprise.
He hadn't expected this fellow, despite his unattractive appearance, to possess such great strength.
Zhang Ming was indeed not good-looking, even somewhat peculiar.
While not as inhumanly ugly as Gao Liang, he was close. The best description would be six of one, half a dozen of the other.
Zhang Ming also steadied himself, but his expression lacked Yu Daohen's casual air. He muttered inwardly.
This kid's strength was unexpectedly immense; he couldn't gain any advantage at all.
Fight with spells?
Zhang Ming dismissed the thought.
This kid was already renowned for his formidable spells.
He couldn't win in a fistfight, nor could he win in a spell battle.
He was completely outmatched.
Yu Daohen didn't rush to attack, instead looking at Zhou Fu behind him, "Brat, tell me, why have you been hiding from your master?"
Hearing this, Zhou Fu was momentarily at a loss for words, but suddenly thought of a reason and replied.
"Your disciple intended to see his master only after achieving something, so as not to disgrace your disciple's name."
After Zhou Fu finished speaking, he looked at Yu Daohen, who wore an expression of utter disbelief, as if questioning if he took him for a fool.
Yu Daohen was speechless, as if to say, "Do you take me for an idiot?"
"Speak plainly!" Yu Daohen was exasperated.
This brat had been gone for over a year, yet he still couldn't lie.
To deceive him, one would at least need a plausible lie.
"This..." Zhou Fu hesitated.
At this moment, Zhang Ming, with a grim expression, suddenly interrupted their conversation, "Hey, are you two really treating me as if I don't exist?"
Yu Daohen suddenly remembered the presence of another person and turned to look at Zhang Ming, taunting, "What, have you recovered from your fear?"
"Hmph." Zhang Ming snorted dismissively, cursing inwardly.
What utter nonsense!
I'm just thinking of a counter-strategy!
Zhang Ming knew that when one was outmatched in all aspects, the only way to achieve parity was through mutual injury.
If it were anything else, he might not be able to.
But when it came to trading blows and injuries, that was his forte.
Yu Daohen naturally understood Zhang Ming's intentions.
He wanted to trade blows and injuries, didn't he?
He, a great demon of three thousand years, would stand firm against anyone, not flinch.
To trade blows with a nobody like you and flinch?
Isn't that like Zhu Bajie catching a demon, utterly ridiculous?
"Hoo!"
Zhang Ming condensed the black armor on his palm again, clenched his fist, and charged forward.
Seeing this, Yu Daohen pushed Zhou Fu aside, condensed the Di Kun Hand in his hand, and met the charge with a punch.
Bang!
Seeing this, Zhang Ming swung his other fist towards Yu Daohen's face.
Yu Daohen seized this opening, condensing the Tian Gan Palm in his other hand and striking towards Zhang Ming's chest.
Zhang Ming didn't dodge at all, instead taking the full force of the incoming Tian Gan Palm.
In the second before he was pushed back, his fist landed squarely on Yu Daohen's face.
Both recoiled in pain.
Yu Daohen steadied himself first, feeling a burning pain in his face. His teeth had broken his lip, drawing blood, and his head was swimming.
Simultaneously, Zhang Ming also steadied himself, but his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which he forcibly swallowed.
Their eyes met, neither willing to concede.
Whoosh!
They charged at each other again, swinging with the intent to trade blows.
If it were purely about resilience, Yu Daohen would not be Zhang Ming's match, but his strength was too great.
To withstand 100 damage, he had to inflict 300.
Bang...!
Bang...!
The surroundings were filled with the thudding sounds of flesh hitting flesh.
Zhou Fu, watching from behind, was captivated by the battle.
Were the fights of the strong always this brutal?
Yu Daohen swung his fist, condensed with the Di Kun Hand, and struck Zhang Ming's face again, but his chest was also hit by a punch.
Neither showed any fear, their faces instead alight with excitement.
The most primitive form of combat was the collision of bodies.
The fearless met the fearless; death itself was no longer important.
They continued to exchange blows, the dust kicked up by their movements swirling around them.
Yu Daohen fought with increasing vigor, his punches growing heavier, and he found himself developing a degree of admiration for Zhang Ming.
He had to admit, Zhang Ming was a tough guy, still capable of retaliating after taking five hits from the Tian Gan Palm.
Zhang Ming stumbled back, covered in blood, his blood dripping from his fingertips, yet he showed no fear.
Seeing him in this state, Yu Daohen's lips curled into a smile, "You must be at your limit. Come, I'll give you a chance to unleash your full power."
He had already seen that Zhang Ming intended to create distance to unleash his final move.
Perhaps this move required charging up, and he hadn't had the opportunity to execute it.
Zhang Ming, hearing Yu Daohen's arrogant tone, said coldly, "You will pay for your arrogance."
Yu Daohen, hearing Zhang Ming's seemingly suicidal tone, became a little uncertain.
Judging by his demeanor, the cost of using this final move was likely his life.
Any spell or forbidden technique that involved life was bound to be incredibly powerful.
This guy must be holding back a ultimate move that could only be used once.
Perhaps... he should kill him?
Yu Daohen glanced at Zhou Fu, who was looking at him with admiration, and made up his mind. He turned back to Zhang Ming, a domineering expression on his face, "Come, I await!"