On the mountaintop, the strong wind spilled over, causing flowers and grass to sway like green waves.
Long Qing maintained his punching stance, his face showing disbelief.
"How could this be..."
His eyes widened, a tempest of shock surged within him. Following his gaze, he saw his right fist being blocked by a single finger from An Hao.
His fist, being resisted by An Hao's index finger, gave him the sensation of pushing against a mountain.
No!
Mountains aren't this hard!
An Hao's hair fluttered in the wind as he stared at Long Qing, his lips curling into a smile, "Not a bad reaction, but it seems you haven't fully mastered your power, or rather, you don't really know the kind of power you possess at the moment."
