The audience had all witnessed the lethality of Yang Mutong's techniques just now. Her palms were as sharp as swords, and the bloody wounds covering Chen Hao's body were the best proof. For an ordinary person, taking a single blow would be no better than being run through with a blade.
Yet, facing a fist technique of such terrifying offensive power, that Mr. Yi had taken it directly with his body. Not only that, he hadn't moved an inch and was completely unharmed.
Was that truly a body of flesh and blood? And not forged from steel?!
Yang Mutong, in her so-called "Fallen into Demon" state, couldn't even be subdued by the combined efforts of Chen Hao and the referee. And yet, with a mere flip of his palm, this Mr. Yi had completely robbed her of her ability to fight?!
Even a complete novice could see at a glance that their strengths were not on the same level at all. The difference was like that between the clouds and the mud.
