Wan Feng exuded a wild temperament, his attacks as swift as lightning. With a single palm strike, the very air within several yards seemed to solidify, making breathing heavy.
"Back off!"
Luo Feng's eyebrows furrowed. He stepped forward, shielding Bing Ruolan and the other two behind him. His punch, like a ferocious tiger, met Wan Feng's attack head-on. His form was domineering, his presence no less imposing than Wan Feng's.
BOOM!
Two distinctly different currents of Gang Qi collided, instantly erupting in a violent shockwave.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP...
Luo Feng retreated three steps.
Wan Feng's body swayed, and he retreated a single step.
He actually withstood one of my palm strikes!
Wan Feng looked at Luo Feng, truly shocked.
He had originally thought his palm strike would be enough to severely injure his opponent, but unexpectedly, he had only gained a slight advantage.
