Chen Tianlong didn't dodge directly. Instead, he reached out to receive Zhang Xiaochao's Ice Fist. However, he didn't take it head-on. He used Powerful Qi to protect his arm and then cushioned the impact by moving in the same direction. When the fist brushed past Chen Tianlong's chest, he twisted his body to the side and took two steps back, planting his feet firmly in a horse stance. A mark from his shoes appeared on the rubber track.
"Hiss...."
Chen Tianlong gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply; his palm was throbbing with a piercing pain. At the last moment, he decided to take the move. Otherwise, he thought that this Zhang Xiaochao wouldn't admit defeat easily.
Finally, it was over. Zhang Xiaochao's hand was firmly grasped by Chen Tianlong, and though his own hand was trembling, he had nonetheless caught it, making Zhang Xiaochao the loser.
