Long Feiyun climbed up from the ground again, his fists clenched, then desperately gathered his Energy, aiming at Zhu Bufan's back, and struck out with all his might. This punch was extremely simple, without any flourish. Yet the heavy pressure emanating from the fist made it clear how powerful this punch was. Zhu Bufan didn't dare to take it head-on; he casually tossed Xiao Ruo aside, then exhaled sharply and punched out. A flash of Silver Light vanished; all the force from Long Feiyun's punch was neutralized, while Zhu Bufan's force was transmitted through. As Long Feiyun stood there in a daze for a brief moment, he suddenly felt as if his chest had been hammered, and with a 'puh' sound, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted from his mouth, and a shallow bowl-sized dent appeared on his chest, sending him flying.
Zhu Bufan was very satisfied with the power of his strike; given his current condition, it was an excellent performance since this body was not particularly robust.
