Facing Yi Yuqing's fierce punch, Yu Qiaoqiao had no way to dodge. Her other hand changed from a fist to a palm, directly striking upward toward Yi Yuqing's wrist.
The moment their hands met, it felt like she had collided with a hammer.
In that critical instant, she managed to slightly alter the trajectory of Yi Yuqing's attack. The punch grazed her shoulder, the fist wind slicing through her clothes, the sharp gusts stinging her face.
Yi Yuqing's first punch having failed, she immediately followed with another, giving Yu Qiaoqiao absolutely no chance to catch her breath.
The so-called limiter removal was a double-edged sword.
Under normal circumstances, a person's muscles could only utilize about 20% of their strength, with the remaining 80% suppressed by the brain. However, in a top-tier dojo like the White Tiger Dojo, there existed a secret technique. Through special breathing methods and mental adjustment, one could alter this brain-induced suppression of the body's muscles. While it couldn't completely lift the restriction, even partially removing it could drastically amplify one's strength, speed, and reflexes.
It was similar to the phenomenon seen during emergencies, like a fire. Facing a crisis, people could lift cars, move collapsed walls—suddenly unleashing power far beyond their normal limits. This happened because the brain temporarily lifted that suppression.
Compared to such unpredictable bursts, the White Tiger Dojo's secret technique allowed one to voluntarily remove this suppression.
However, obtaining power beyond one's normal means came at a cost.
That cost was the strain on muscles and the wear on internal organs.
It was essentially trading one's life force for temporary power. If done over a long period, dying from exhaustion was entirely possible. After all, the reason the brain suppressed the body's muscle strength was that the human body couldn't withstand such power in the first place.
Even professional fighters like them, who trained constantly, only suffered less damage than ordinary people, but it was still a dangerous act. They would not use it lightly unless absolutely necessary.
If not for Xie Shiwen's promise to provide various precious resources for recovery and the honor of the White Tiger Dojo, she would never have played this trump card.
Under Yi Yuqing's relentless barrage of attacks, Yu Qiaoqiao desperately tried to deflect and block while also attempting to break free from her captured hand. But Yi Yuqing's control over her power was growing more precise with every strike, making it increasingly difficult for Yu Qiaoqiao to defend.
The punches Yi Yuqing unleashed were like machine gun fire. The fierce wind kicked up dust all over the arena, leaving the spectators in the stands dumbstruck.
"Too strong! Is this the genius who will succeed Tang Jingyao at the White Tiger Dojo?"
"I feel like Yi Yuqing is way stronger than Gu Chen. When Gu Chen and Xing Huo clashed before, you could only hear some sounds. Now, Yi Yuqing's fist wind is blowing away all the dust around her. Just how much power is that?"
"Is this the true strength of the White Tiger Dojo? This power feels inhuman."
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Compared to the spectators, the competitors waiting below the arena were the most shocked, because no one understood better than they did just how powerful Yi Yuqing currently was.
"Monster!"
"Good thing I didn't have to fight her. One punch from Yi Yuqing would have taken me out."
"It's a good thing she's not from the White Tiger Dojo. Getting to compete against powerhouses at the national tournament... it looks like the champion of this friendly match will definitely be the White Tiger Dojo."
The competitors below the stage looked up at the violently raging Yi Yuqing on the platform, a chill running down each of their spines.
Meanwhile, in the VIP box, Jiang Tianyuan sat in silence, watching quietly. His expression was hard to read—neither happy nor unhappy—which made Xie Shiwen, standing nearby, let out a silent sigh of relief.