Onlookers at Red Port were dumbfounded.
Was this truly a pinnacle showdown between two powerhouses of the Holy Sect, or was it a street brawl? Why was it so simple and unadorned? Surely their extraordinary abilities couldn't be just this?
As Wu Hen kept slapping, he also cursed, causing Jiao Liecheng to lose all face.
After much difficulty, Jiao Liecheng regained his composure and formed a solid Holy Breath Wall, blocking Wu Hen's thuggish fighting style.
"I have been careless," Jiao Liecheng took a deep breath.
Having been approached without guard, and then slapped repeatedly on the cheek after the close encounter, what was more peculiar was that he couldn't dodge or block effectively.
This must be a technique learned from some barbaric civilization, with certain Heaven and Earth Laws embedded within. To others, it looked like simple steps forward followed by thunderous slaps. However, from Jiao Liecheng's perspective, it was something else entirely.
