Evidently, Lu Shang had originally wanted to fight Li Chang'an.
But for some unknown reason—perhaps he received some news or an order—he forced himself to abandon the idea and turned to leave.
But Li Chang'an had finally managed to corner him. How could he possibly let him go so easily?
Even though he knew there was little chance of killing Lu Shang this time, he had to at least test his opponent's strength and force him to reveal a few of his trump cards.
Li Chang'an was now in the late stage of the Martial Saint Realm.
No matter how outrageously talented Lu Shang was, he couldn't possibly have grown strong enough to clash head-on with a Martial Saint.
Therefore, after closing the distance, Li Chang'an threw a seemingly casual punch. It struck Lu Shang square in the chest, swatting him out of his rapid retreat and sending him flying back onto the stage, just like a game of whack-a-mole.
The punch didn't look like it held much power.
