Sizzle—!
After the collision of two forces, they exploded with a bang. Zhao Yan was shocked to find that the palm force he infused with all his might was like a mud cow entering the sea.
Before he could change his move, an icy blue finger wind precisely struck his chest's Danzhong Acupoint, abruptly severing the rampant Fiery Sun Energy within him. His meridian flow was obstructed, causing his body to stagger back three steps and fall heavily onto the ground.
"Thank you for letting me win."
Lin Chen withdrew his finger and stood tall, his clothes still slightly ruffled by the flames.
The opponent was too weak. He only used thirty percent of his strength, and the other party couldn't even dirty the hem of his garment.
Zhao Yan looked at the inch-long tear in his clothing on his chest, his face pale—the earlier finger wind, if it had gone half an inch deeper, would have shattered his heart veins by now.
