Duan Gantai was sent flying back more than thirty feet before steadying himself in the void, looking at Ning Cheng with some disbelief. He had never imagined there would be a fellow cultivator of the same rank who could match him in combat. To be strict, their exchange just now couldn't even be considered a real clash. He had struck first, and Ning Cheng had hastily defended himself. From such a comparison, the seemingly even situation in fact indicated that he had been at a disadvantage.
Duan Gantai's heart tightened. Where did this strong opponent come from? Although both had only tested each other just now, Duan Gantai was very clear in his mind. Ning Cheng was not weaker than him, and might even be slightly stronger. If he were to take action again, he could only use his trump card.
He had an ace up his sleeve, but who's to say the other party didn't?
