Like Xin Lin, Wu Yuan almost immediately felt that the man's punch carried the air of a grandmaster; yet, the power behind it seemed unimpressive.
But the next moment, Wu Yuan heard a crisp cracking sound.
Startled, Wu Yuan followed the sound with his eyes.
What he saw left him dumbfounded.
The thick layer of ice blocking the cave entrance had been hit by the man's seemingly "light and breezy" punch.
After that punch, the man's fist power did not dissipate and vanish.
The fist power pierced directly through the ice layer into its interior.
A dark shadow appeared within the ice, shattering it a few inches deep.
Another punch shadow followed, and the ice cracked open a few more inches.
One, two, three… wave after wave, like a tide, the fist power kept advancing layer by layer inside the ice after being unleashed.
The fist power of ordinary people fades after one punch, and exhausts after two, but Gui Hu's fist power grew stronger and spread continuously.
