The indifferent tone fell to the ground.
The white light energy pillar struck the burly body, which should have been as unstoppable as a bamboo break, capable of twisting and crushing even steel.
But at this moment, it seemed as soft and powerless as flowing water.
The ancient bronze muscles were stacked block by block, each line as if carved from stone.
Step!
Bracing against the powerful energy pillar, Chen Feng indifferently stared at the True Disciple of the Songhe Style.
Step!
At the second step, the opponent's pupils contracted, a mix of shock and fury.
How could this be?
How could this guy have trained his hard skills to such an extent?
Thought after thought arose as the stepping sounds hastened.
The next moment.
Power depleted, unable to sustain any longer.
Everything went dark before his eyes, all light blocked by the ancient bronze, turning to deep gloom.
Thump!!
A punch as violent as a sandbag burst forth, landing on the temple.
