After speaking, Zhaang Guanghe stepped forward and thrust a palm toward Zhaang Ye's chest.
There was more to Zhaang Guanghe's step and palm strike than met the eye. It seemed like a small step, but it crossed a full five feet of space. Even stranger, his palm strike, while uncannily fast, produced no sound of rushing wind and leaked no True Qi. The attack felt utterly ordinary and devoid of power.
Seeing Zhaang Guanghe's palm strike, everyone present stared at Zhaang Ye, waiting to see his reaction. Zhaang Guanghe's attack appeared ordinary, but its power was contained within. Combined with his Combat Skill, its might was not diminished but amplified. If Zhaang Ye could block this palm, it would prove his strength was among the top Inner Sect Disciples, and he would have no problem participating in the upcoming Four Races' young masters ranking tournament.
Zhaang Ye's expression was calm. He met Zhaang Guanghe's palm, chopping upward with his right hand.
THUD!
