They Can't Always Be So Lucky!
Qin Kaize and Xue Qianhao quickly clashed, fists and kicks slicing through the air with sharp, whistling force.
To the untrained eye, it looked like an even match. But seasoned spectators could tell right away—Qin Kaize's blows were heavier, his speed sharper.
Every strike from Xue Qianhao that landed on Qin Kaize's forearm felt like hitting reinforced steel. His heart sank as his attacks, no matter how fierce, were effortlessly deflected.
Chops and sweeping kicks alike were countered with precision, leaving Xue Qianhao reeling as though he'd been struck instead.
Barely twenty moves in, Qin Kaize's hook punch connected squarely with Xue Qianhao's jaw. The impact made his molars rattle—he was almost sure two back teeth had come loose.
Furious, Xue Qianhao abandoned finesse and restraint, channeling his frustration into lethal strikes.