Boom!
Accompanied by a dull sound akin to the beating of a drum.
Fist met finger, a violent wind arose, blowing the hair on Xue An's forehead, but aside from that, Xue An didn't move an inch.
Especially that finger, which, faced with the fist several times its size, remained as steady as if cast from iron and steel.
On the contrary, the fist, as large as a sand pot, was forcibly knocked away, followed by a faint groan from outside the window.
But this groan was very brief, disappearing almost instantly.
Along with it vanished the fiery aura outside the window that had been burning like a torch.
In an instant, everything returned to tranquility, and if it weren't for the night wind pouring in through the shattered window, it would seem as if nothing had happened.
Yet Xue An was not flustered at all, instead, he smiled lightly, "The coordination was rather good."
As the words fell, Xue An raised his hand and stretched it behind his head, pinching two fingers fiercely.
Crack!
