CLANG—BOOM!
The tip of the sword and the edge of the fist collided fiercely.
First came the crisp clang of metal, followed immediately by a thunderous explosion of Qi Force.
A ring-shaped shockwave, visible to the naked eye, erupted from the point of impact and spread out violently.
It kicked up dust and grass from the ground, forcing the nearby Xiao Chen and Song Xiang to retreat repeatedly, barely able to keep their eyes open.
Fang Han's figure swayed slightly before he steadied himself.
STOMP, STOMP, STOMP—
Li Qinghong, however, felt a peerlessly sharp Power invade his arm through his meridians, carrying with it a strange, tearing sensation.
The impact sent his blood and qi into turmoil, forcing him to take three involuntary steps back before he could barely neutralize the force.
He looked up at Fang Han, a trace of horror in his eyes.
'The sheer volume of his Inner Qi is no weaker than mine, and that strange power contained within his Swordsmanship…'
