Chen Fan said candidly, "It was nothing. Just a little trick."
As a matter of fact, the elderly man's inner energy was much more powerful than that of Chen Fan. But just like the knife and Tofu analogy, Chen Fan would easily defeat the elderly man even with less internal energy.
Although Chen Fan was only at the level of foundation establishment, he could channel the arcane energy into a blade of a willow leaf, turning it into a bullet. It had grazed the cheek of the girl and buried deep into the tree trunk. On the other hand, The internal force of the elderly man could at best emanate a few inches out of his body before it receded. Despite its ample supply, the quality of the energy inside the elderly man fell short.
"It might be a small trick for you, sir, but for me, it was like an unbelievable miracle!" The elderly man exclaimed. He no longer called Chen Fan "young man," but called him "Sir" instead.
