He Chong's palm strike seemed ordinary yet was cunningly angled, making it so that no matter how Dai Yuanyang tried to dodge, he would be at a disadvantage in the ensuing struggle.
He Chong acted as if he had foreseen all of Dai Yuanyang's responses, choosing the most troublesome one from a myriad of patterns.
Dai Yuanyang's expression changed. He took a half step back, one hand meeting He Chong's pushing palm. The instant the two forces collided, an explosive sound rang out in the empty theatre.
Crack—
In the midst of the explosive sounds, Dai Yuanyang retreated another half step, as if he hadn't expected such strength from this seemingly frail man.
He Chong pressed on relentlessly, his other hand also transforming into a pushing palm, hitting the air with booming sounds and aiming a direct strike toward Dai Yuanyang's abdomen.
Just then, the corners of Dai Yuanyang's mouth slightly curled upward.
