From the pores on Qee Ting's arm, an immense power surged forth, converging together and blasting towards Qin Chen who was seated.
"Qee Ting seems to have grown stronger again."
Someone saw the potency of Qee Ting's strike and couldn't help but exclaim.
"As expected of the most outstanding genius of our Jingyue Dynasty in recent years, he improves and progresses every day."
Someone praised.
Qin Chen sat in his seat, watching as Qee Ting's punch came bashing towards him, yet he had no intention of getting up.
He merely cast a dispassionate glance at Qee Ting.
Then, he nonchalantly raised his hand lightly, pressing forward towards Qee Ting ahead.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, Qee Ting felt as though a great mountain was pressing down on him, heavy and immovable.
The offensive aimed at Qin Chen abruptly dissipated like smoke in the air.
"What is happening?"
Many onlookers saw the sudden disappearance of Qee Ting's attack, and Qee Ting's legs began to tremble in confusion.
