An intangible pressure swelled from all sides, causing the round-faced boy to tremble even more violently. Lu Yuan quickly approached him.
Just then, the boy, who had been displaying overwhelming fear, suddenly revealed a flash of cruelty in his eyes. His hands, hidden in his sleeves, shot out like striking snakes. He fiercely hurled a handful of light-yellow powder toward Lu Yuan's face. Lu Yuan, whose Spiritual Power controlled the entire field, had already noticed this hidden ploy. His arm lifted the instant the boy made his move. A casual swing generated a powerful gust of wind that cleanly swept away the meticulously planned poisonous powder.
In desperation, the round-faced boy threw his last-resort punch, but Lu Yuan casually caught it. Feeling the terrifying, irresistible force emanating from that smooth, slender palm, the boy finally gave up all resistance.
