Fei Tong had a bad feeling. He twisted his body mid-air, trying to adjust his posture, but before he could regain full control, a figure flashed before him and threw another punch.
BOOM! He was sent flying backward even faster, slamming into the wall of the wide corridor behind him. The impact created a huge dent, and plaster and brick fragments came clattering down.
Relying on the strength of his body, now reinforced by tendrils, he straightened up with a furious roar, about to counterattack. But Chen Chuan's next kick had already connected with his cheek.
The kick was just as powerful, and it still carried an upward-driving Power that sent him flying involuntarily into the air.
Just then, he saw Chen Chuan below looking up at him, his gaze profoundly calm. Then, Chen Chuan's figure suddenly grew larger in his vision. The hair on his body stood on end, and he hurriedly crossed his arms to block.
