"The second round, begin!"
Before he finished speaking, Qing Yu had already struck. Extremely Yin and Soft and Extreme Yang all interwove, forming an invisible yet seemingly tangible Qi Shield, making Qing Yu's figure slightly distort in the eyes of others.
Along the way, the Qi Force, under this Yin Yang nourished Protective Gang Qi, entered silently like clay oxen into the sea.
When Qingxu approached, Qing Yu reached out with his palm against the cold, glittering Treasure Sword. The flesh of his palm, wrapped in "Innate Gang Qi", created a sound like the clashing of metal upon contact with the sword, causing Qingxu's stern face to slightly change color.
Both sides engaged thus for a moment, the clanging sound incessant. Qing Yu, utilizing "Innate Gang Qi" that made him impervious to blades and spears, pressed forward step by step. With each palm strike imbued with robust True Qi, he forced Qingxu, a young and prominent figure, into a subtle disadvantage.