C215 The Crushing

"Mr. Yang, are you ready?"

A spar required control, not reckless attacks. After Zhao Hu inquired, he levitated, his Spiritual Force emanating, poised to strike at any moment.

Yang Xuan paused, momentarily taken aback. Once Zhao Hu's words settled, he too ascended.

His gaze lifted, eyes a deep black with specks of white light at the corners