"Then try and you'll know," Jiang Heng snorted coldly, his fist enveloped with a forceful energy. A gust of wind swept beneath his feet, white spiritual energy engulfing his whole body as he directed a punch towards Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu chuckled lightly, not dodging or avoiding, simply letting the fist smash into his abdomen.
"My foolish brother, after all this time, it seems your attack strength hasn't grown in the slightest," as the fist collided with his abdomen, Jiang Yu's expression remained unchanged, his body motionless as if he felt nothing.
Jiang Heng's gaze hardened, letting out a few light roars, as he threw several more punches in succession.
"Although I'm sorry, this time, I will take the spot," said Jiang Yu, his palms sweeping out towards Jiang Heng as he spoke.
Jiang Heng snorted coldly and quickly retreated backward.
By the time Jiang Yu's palms were still in the air, Jiang Heng had already moved to one side.
