"Impossible, this absolutely cannot be!"
Ding Moyi lifted his head to look at Zhang Menglong's calm face as if his entire worldview was collapsing in that moment.
His palm strike was not only extremely fierce but also contained powerful corrosiveness, which could even corrode a martial artist's inner strength, greatly reducing its power.
Even martial artists at level two or three of the Mythical Realm, if they took such a forceful strike, would either die or be seriously injured.
But he found that his strike was like hitting a solid metal figure impervious to swords and spears; his palm strength could not move Zhang Menglong's body at all.
And the special inner strength, of which he was so proud, seemed as if it were blocked by an invisible membrane, completely unable to penetrate into Zhang Menglong's body.
"Hit me with another couple of those." Zhang Menglong turned around, using his back to face Ding Moyi.