"Heh." Zhang Tianwei sneered, taking a step towards Chu Yang, crossing his arms in front of his chest in an offensive posture.
He pulled his right hand back, launching a rear straight punch at Chu Yang's face.
The rear straight punch, in the art of Sanda, is a strike with exceptional destructive power, capable of killing a person with a single blow if it hits a vital spot on the body.
Zhang Tianwei's attack was fierce and ruthless, and even more so as it was a sneak attack, hard to guard against.
"Hmph!"
"You dare show off your pitiful skills in front of me and embarrass yourself."
"You're overestimating your abilities, seeking death."
While speaking, Chu Yang raised his hand and grabbed Zhang Tianwei's incoming fist.
"Hm?" Zhang Tianwei's brow furrowed as he saw his fist caught by Chu Yang's single hand. He retreated half a step back, attempting to pull his thrown punch back.
Chu Yang gave a cold smile, holding onto Zhang Tianwei's fist without moving a muscle.
