"Be careful!" Fang Zhen exclaimed involuntarily, his face showing some concern.
Bang!
Facing Erhu's punch, Xiao Yifeng casually waved his hand and blocked the fist, saying, "Erhu, keep pushing, use all the strength in your body."
Erhu immediately let out a low shout, his arm muscles bulging out as a terrifying power surged frantically toward Xiao Yifeng's palm, which remained utterly still.
Then, with a gentle push from Xiao Yifeng's hand, Erhu staggered backward step by step.
"How is this possible?" Both Erhu and Dahu's eyes showed a hint of astonishment.
"Boss, when did you become so strong? My punch had the force of a thousand catties, and yet it didn't affect you at all?" Erhu said, puzzled, staring at Xiao Yifeng.
"Not bad, after ten years, I didn't expect you to have become so strong. You're not much different from a master at the peak of Ming strength," Xiao Yifeng said with a faint smile on his lips.
