Julian Cross moved with the fluid grace of a master who had spent decades perfecting his art. His Xingyi Fist technique flowed through the ancient forms, each movement carrying the weight of centuries of tradition. The Crushing Bear form struck with mountain-splitting force, followed immediately by the Pouncing Tiger's explosive power.
Haruto Yamamoto met each attack with calculated precision, his own strikes carrying the refined brutality of modern combat techniques. The two Grandmasters circled each other in the center of the hall, their battle creating ripples of energy that I could feel even from my position against the wall.
"Your technique is impressive, old man," Haruto acknowledged, deflecting a particularly vicious strike. "But technique alone won't save you."
