Bang!
Their palms met, creating a ripping sound.
A muffled thunderclap erupted from the ground.
Both were sent staggering backward by the impact.
It was clear their strength was evenly matched.
This exchange of blows gave An Ye great confidence. He declared, "Old man, I always thought you were incredibly strong, but now it seems you're nothing special!"
He prepared to charge again.
Yu Ao suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "Wait!"
An Ye stopped. "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"
Yu Ao hadn't expected An Ye's internal energy to be so potent. Naturally, he was unaware of the effects of the Qi Gathering Pill. He said, "I want to talk to you!"
An Ye flatly refused. "Old man, there's nothing for me to discuss with you!"
His body shot forward like an arrow.
He unleashed a palm strike.
This palm seemed capable of cleaving the air, sending an invisible blade of energy towards Yu Ao.
Seeing this, Yu Ao had no choice but to counter each attack.
Before long, the two had exchanged over a hundred moves.
They both employed the Yu family's Torrential Pear Blossom Palm.
However, An Ye was like a sticky candy, clinging to Yu Ao from the start, unleashing all sorts of flashy techniques.
This infuriated Yu Ao. He could tell An Ye was trying to outlast him in a battle of endurance.
How could an old man past eighty possibly compete in stamina with a young man like An Ye?
It was important to note that every move Yu Ao made consumed a great deal of energy, a necessary expenditure to maintain his vigor and combat effectiveness.
In contrast, An Ye didn't require nearly as much.
If the stalemate continued, Yu Ao would inevitably collapse first, so he resorted to any means necessary to defeat An Ye.
Unfortunately, An Ye countered every move, thwarting Yu Ao's plans.
After more than three hundred moves, Yu Ao's chest heaved with anger. Continuing like this would drain him completely.
Furthermore, he had lingering internal injuries.
Yu Ao focused his attention, gathered all his strength, and took a powerful step forward, slamming his shoulder into An Ye.
This blow contained formidable power; even a tree over ten years old would be snapped, let alone a person.
An Ye sensed the danger, slid his feet, and dodged, foiling Yu Ao's attempt.
Instead, it caused Yu Ao to expend considerable strength and internal energy. He staggered forward a few steps, then swung his arms upward, delivering a backhand palm strike, his internal energy surging forth once more.
Seeing this, An Ye responded with a palm strike to break through.
Boom!
Their collision caused the two currents of internal energy to dissipate.
This continued for about twenty more exchanges… Gradually, Yu Ao's composure wavered, and he began to feel wary of An Ye, completely losing his initial imposing aura.
Meanwhile, An Ye grew more vigorous and began to counterattack.
Swish, swish, swish, dozens of palm strikes rained down like a blossoming flower garden, his internal energy descending like a fierce storm.
"You think this can defeat me?" Yu Ao roared.
An Ye met his gaze with cold eyes. "Even if it can't defeat you, it can exhaust you, old man!"
Among Grandmasters, the greatest taboo was depletion.
Yet, their battle had devolved into a war of attrition.
Yu Ao had initially believed he could crush An Ye in minutes, but things had gone contrary to his expectations.
Now, he could only brace himself and fight on, even resorting to underhanded tactics.
An Ye found it despicable. "How can the Yu family have a patriarch like you?"
"Isn't it disgusting?"
Yu Ao shamelessly declared, "What do you know? Using lime just now was a ruse of war!"
Chen Fan, observing from the sidelines, was speechless. This old man was truly shameless.