"You delivered a palm strike; I'll return the favor with one myself."
Jiang Duanchao's raised right hand didn't withdraw. His right hand rotated, his figure transformed into an afterimage on the spot, and in the blink of an eye, he was before Lin Chen. His right palm came crashing down like a stormy wave. Lin Chen's pupils contracted, his toes touching the ground. Without moving his feet, his upper body shifted half a step to the left, avoiding the incoming strike while simultaneously executing the second move of the Wind and Cloud Palm with his right hand.
"Not a slow reaction."
A look of admiration flashed in Jiang Duanchao's eyes. The boy's speed and reflexes were commendable, but what impressed him most was his ability to spot the flaw in his strike in such a short time.
However, in the face of an absolute power gap, it ultimately proved futile.
