As Xu and Xin fought in a rapid fire flurry, the dojo-smasher flexed his abdomen and exhaled deeply whenever one of the other man's blows got through. His defenses didn't stop there--like the other man, and any sensible fighter, there was a thin layer of Qi over his body to act as a shield. Dai Xin's was not so formidable as Xun's, because so much more of his power was being devoted to his attacks, but what little he had was partitioned more efficiently. Rather than simply reinforcing his whole body, he focused on the point of each impact. The moment he realized a blow had gotten past his guard, he changed the direction of his channeling.

His liver. Qi to the upper obliques, to the serratus anterior, and the pectoralis major. Xu's fist struck his body and he felt the impact, the dull thump, but its power did not penetrate through the fortified muscle. 

His floating ribs. Qi to the external obliques and abdominals, and the bones themselves. The blow pushed his body, but his skeleton did not break.

His lower jaw. Qi to the neck, not to harden but to strengthen the tendons at their connecting ends, to allow his head to stretch further back than normal as he turned his cheek, deflecting the brunt of the impact.

Dai Xin's own fists won the exchange even as he took these blows and more, and his opponent was forced to back off lest his own shield be shattered. But before he could pursue Xu Lao his partner attacked from the flank. Dai Xin stepped to the side to avoid a driving punch, the dagger's edge gleaming with blood lust. Nam-seon seemed more agile, relying on speed rather than defense, as he ducked under Dai Xin's counter attack and quickly kept attacking, weaving his way into Dai Xin's guard but staying at the mid-range, where the reach of his weapons allowed him to more easily evade any response. 

Xu launched himself like a rocket from the trees from the left, Nam-seon on the right with another flanking attack. Dai Xin channeled his defensive power to his forearms, and the offensive power traveled up through his arms, into his shoulders, then into his throat...

Xu Lao's punch ground against his defense, and the tip of Nam-seon's katar practically threw sparks as it drove deeper, eliciting a crackling sound from the Qi shield. Dai Xin's heels ground into the dirt as he was pushed back, both of them drawing closer.

Dai Xin took a deep breath.

[i]Fist of the Sky, Qi Arts.[/i]

A tiger's roar could stun a deer with the sheer rumbling force contained in its bass tone.

Dai Xin's roar was like a physical blow, driving Qi-infused air and force from his lungs like a storm gale...

[i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h-ONY-B3I_Q]THUNDER CRY.[/url][/i]

[h1][b]"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"[/b][/h1]