Driven by fury, Wujizi charged at Zhang Jifeng. Zhang Jifeng faltered for a fraction of a second, but it was too late. Wujizi's left fist, already encased in Inner Strength, slammed into his chest.
Instantly, Zhang Jifeng's body was sent flying backward like a basketball, crashing into a large tree and snapping it in two. He felt as if his entire body had been shattered.
"You'd better shut your mouth," Wujizi said, his voice dripping with anger and mockery. "I'm in a rage right now, and I wouldn't mind killing one more person."
The surrounding Wudang disciples looked on with worry but dared not act. They feared death, knowing that all of them together were no match for Wujizi. They were outer sect disciples; some hadn't even learned the most basic Wudang martial arts. Wujizi, however, was different. He was the Sect Leader who held the true teachings of Wudang. The disparity in their strength was simply too vast.
