Fighting a tough battle against Ning Fan, Dian Frey already had the notion of retreating in his heart.
After the exchange of blows, Dian Frey also realized that Ning Fan was a fellow ancient martial artist and that his realm was definitely higher than his own.
Even if Ning Fan hadn't used the Poisoned Silver Needle against him, continuing the fight, Dian Frey might not have gained any advantage.
Now with some poison acting up in his body, Dian Frey knew something was amiss; in his exchanges with Ning Fan, the number of defensive moves he used was increasing.
"Go to hell!" A sharp light flashed in Dian Frey's eyes. He stepped back, rallied all the True Qi in his body, concentrated it in his hands, and swung a heavy palm at Ning Fan.
Ning Fan frowned and met the palm head on.
With a bang, the two strikes collided, creating a significant commotion.
Ning Fan was forced back two steps, while Dian Frey was sent flying back and crashed to the ground.
