Seeing this scene, everyone raised their heads and looked over.
The one who had sent Connor flying was a middle-aged man.
At this moment, he was wearing a white robe. He looked gentle and refined, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would have been hard for anyone to believe that this refined middle-aged man in front of them actually possessed such terrifying strength.
Connor lay on the ground and adjusted the Chi in his body. Then, he slowly stood up and looked at the middle-aged man.
"Who is this person? He's so powerful…"
"Yeah. He was actually able to send Connor flying with a single palm strike. That's insane…"
"Could this person be…"
All the martial artists present looked at the middle-aged man with surprise.
