The forest was slashed, trees broken in countless directions.
However, Lei Zhenming was unperturbed, raising his eyes, he saw Su Mo's palm directly in front of him.
The inner strength in the palm was restrained, stopping at a distance of three inches.
Lei Zhenming let out a long breath:
"Young Alliance Leader Su Mo, your martial arts are supreme, Old Lei is not your match, I concede defeat!"
"Thank you for your letting me win."
Su Mo retracted his stance, clasping his fists, and stepped back.
Lei Zhenming sheathed his knife and stood, returning the gesture, feeling defeated as he walked to the riverside to sit and adjust his inner breath.
As he had just sat down, he saw another figure leap into action.
Coming before Su Mo, the figure clasped his hands in salute:
"Bai Hong Palm Jiang Shaoyang, please enlighten me!"
"Please."
Su Mo nodded slightly, offering a gesture of 'please'.
