Shi Pojin's large palm tore through the wind and slapped towards Su Chengyu's head. At the same time, Su Chengyu raised his hand and grabbed Shi Pojin's hand.
"How… how is this possible?!"
Shi Pojin was shocked. Su Chengyu was clearly injured just now. How could he withstand his full-strength palm?
Only then did Shi Pojin notice that Su Chengyu's eyes were red, looking a little terrifying and strange.
His arm suddenly exerted strength as he tried to pull his palm back, but Su Chengyu's hand was like an iron pincer that clamped down on his wrist. No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to move it at all.
Shi Pojin shouted, "Die!"
He clenched his left fist and threw a punch at Su Chengyu's chest. Su Chengyu raised his hand again and grabbed Shi Pojin's fist. His internal force erupted, but it was futile.
