Shoujo Grand Summoning

Wu Yan's arm is flexed to the max. The power of the floor master's attack had grown to a rather terrifying level after being augmented by his dou qi and armament.

Gnashing his teeth, he steeled his resolve as he used his left foot as a pivot to whip out a kick with his right.

It took only a moment for Wu Yan to concentrate his strength at the assaulting leg. He aimed this kick at his opponent's chest.

This kick didn't have an ounce of holding back. It is a very tactical move that held no mercy for its opponent. Wu Yan understood that for someone as annoyingly strong as the floor master, any pretense to probe or warm up would only lead to an adverse outcome.

Wu Yan is intent on going all-out, unleashing all his body could muster to fight with this worthy foe.

His kick is so terrible in magnitude that it actually managed to peel some of the ground through the vacuum it generated. Way before it even landed on the floor master's chest, the floor master could already feel a tinge of pain from the incoming attack. He knew full well about the power of this attack and that this attack shouldn't be underestimated. If he had even an ounce of disdain for his opponents, he wouldn't have been able to take up the role of a floor master.

The floor master guessed that Wu Yan must have used some sort of battle skill to unleash such a kick. It is just impossible for him to kick like this given the strength he exhibited.

Unbeknownst to him, Wu Yan didn't use any active battle skills. In a way, Eternal Arms Mastery is a skill that allowed him to use his full potential so technically he is using skills.

Thinking that Wu Yan is using his battle skills, the floor master decided it's time to bring out the big guns. He changed his attack into a punch imbued with dark light which gushed out from his arm.

His dou qi clad arm instantly took on a dark sheen. A singularity that looked like a mini-blackhole appeared in front of the floor master's fist.

An oppressing aura came from the blackhole fist as Wu Yan's shrinking pupils can attest.

"Dark fist of murder!"

The floor master sent a punch toward Wu Yan's torso.

Woosh

Wu Yan can instinctively sense the strength behind the attack. He could also sense the killing intention emanating out of the fist, its black wind like physical manifestations of the icy killing intentions. The fist that looked like the Reaper himself threw the punch made Wu Yan felt like there was only this fist in the world he is currently perceiving.

This attack deserved the word murder in its name. To think it can invoke such a shocking amount of killing intent. Whether or not this killing intent is real or illusory, its effect would surely be devastating should it connect.

The speed of the attack is slow but Wu Yan felt like he is locked onto. He instinctively knew that there is no evasion for this attack.

To intercept it with his body is one option but even with Eternal Arms Mastery, he knew he wouldn't get away unscathed.

Just as he thought an injury is imminent, an idea flashed across his mind.

Crackle.

His body was clad in lightning. The bluish-white flash managed to diminish some of the darkness covering the attack. He subsequently channeled the lightning into his fist.

As if he emulated his opponent's attack, Wu Yan imbued his punch with a bluish-white light thanks to the lightning he had channeled beforehand.

He defiantly blocked the attack with his lightning clad fist.

"Lightning Punch!"

"Splendidly done!"

And thus, dark fist of murder met with a lightning punch in an explosive boom.

The dark fist violently collided with the lightning punch, each trying to engulf the other and destroy each other.

Crack boom shatter.

The ground fractured in a spider-web formation around the two fighters. The cracked spread out radially from them as the center until they compromised the integrity of the arena by at least 20%.

Fwip

Wu Yan examined the dark murder fist. It is strong, at the very least, strong enough to stop his lightning punch which he had devised on-the-fly while being supported by Eternal Arms Mastery.

The floor master also silently acknowledged his lightning punch. The dark fist of murder may be his only battle skill but it is also the floor master's strongest skill. He focused his whole life in developing the power of this attack and that is how he managed to achieve absolute mastery of this skill.

This guy actually managed to block my attack…

As they acknowledged each other, they suddenly recalled that they shouldn't be thinking about unnecessary stuff on the battlefield.

Wu Yan narrowed his eyes and his lightning-imbued fist returned to normal. This didn't last long before another surge of lightning came crawling up his arm.

Another lightning punch!

The lightning punch approached the floor master's pale face. He quickly grasped his fist and he responded with his battle skill once more.

Ora ora ora

Boom boom boom

They exchanged a flurry of punches which shook the heaven and earth. The whole arena trembled like all hell's breaking lose. They pretty much demolished the place with their attacks as boulders and chunks of land got disintegrated in the ensuing exchange of attacks.

The earth continued to tremble as a dust storm got whipped up. A sudden gale blew away the dust storm and revealed the source of the tremors as well as the arena which got wrecked beyond recognition. Two figures retreated from the dense dust clouds as they drew lines in the ground trying to steady their retreating figures.

The floor master's hair is completely in a disarray. One of his fist is covered in blood which continued to drip blood onto the ground. His chest is visibly burnt and charred to some extent.

Meanwhile, Wu Yan also suffered injuries to his fist.

Both of them suffered extensive damage to their fists.

Wu Yan appeared to be the one in better conditions, the floor master took more damaged and came out looking very messy from the chest burns to his haggard breathing.

Their exchange of attacks is as brutal as they are without compassion. This kind of exhilarating duel belongs to the kind that could draw out the passion in people's heart with how inherently dangerous and vicious it is.