Clash of Wills

Rafael's punch crushed the weapon and slammed into Gaurav, sending him flying.

His body crashed into the ground, shattering the floor beneath him.

Propping himself up on his elbows, he coughed up a mouthful of blood—mixed with bits of torn flesh.

"Senior Gaurav!" Yash rushed over to support him.

Jaya approached him with a heavy expression.

He grabbed Gaurav's arm and examined him.

After a moment, he let out a breath of relief.

"He's lucky. No immediate danger to his life, but he needs proper rest. If not, his cultivation could be permanently crippled."

Hearing that his cultivation might be ruined, the surrounding disciples gasped in shock.

"Jaya, what was that move just now?" Yash asked with lingering fear.

Jaya's eyes were filled with disbelief. "That was most likely a technique from a cultivation method, and a high-level one at that."