"Begin!" Third Elder Li Zhen's voice echoed across the martial field, signaling the start of the duel.
Li Xian wasted no time. His right fist flared crimson, heat rippling off it in waves as faint tongues of flame flickered along his knuckles. With a heavy stomp of his left foot, he lunged forward, his burning fist tearing through the air.
For an instant, the shadow of a vast, looming mountain formed around his strike, pressing down with suffocating weight. The fist shone red-hot, radiating heat that made even the spectators recoil.
"Take my Burning Mountain Fist!" Li Xian roared, his voice brimming with pride.
Li Yun's eyes narrowed, his face turning serious. 'A middle-grade mortal rank fist technique… and at perfection stage of mastery?' The pressure rolling off the blow was unlike anything he had faced before. Yet there was no fear in his heart, only anticipation.
