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The Immortal Fist Technique rained down relentlessly, rendering every defensive move ineffective; it was as if the opponent could see through his weaknesses, with each punch landing exactly where he was most vulnerable, causing unbearable pain.
The onlookers didn't realize the identities of the two fighters on the Heavenly Altar had subtly elevated, but they could all see that Zhu Yunwu was being beaten even more miserably now than before.
Zhu Yunwu diligently learned his master's moves, feeling he had gained a lot; perhaps this was his master's intention all along.
Seeing that his defenses were useless, Zhu Tian changed his tactic, adjusting his stance so that the blows would hurt him less.
What puzzled Zhu Tian the most was a feeling of familiarity with his opponent's techniques, as if he had been beaten like this in the Ancient Times.
But upon careful recollection, he couldn't match the feeling with any memory of an adversary.
Strange indeed.