"Bang!"
My fist connected with Chihiro's palm, carried forth by all the cumulative strength of my cultivation, physical fitness, and five years' worth of practicing this exact punch.
At first, my entire arm froze in place, seemingly stopped by Chihiro's block… only to then carry on, pushing his palm in and forcing the man to retreat two steps, just far enough for me to exhaust the reach of my attack.
"Huff…" I exhaled, allowing the tension of my body to disperse, just like I would after fisting the wooden cock of a training target I used to strike for so long.
"He attacked a clan's senior!" Despite just having his face saved from my punch, the leader of the cultivators didn't lose out even the tiniest bit of his enthusiasm. "Kill…!"
"Shut it!"
