"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
As Ye Wenhao punched out, the air in front of him burst apart, the crisp sounds echoing continuously, the momentum terrifying.
It felt as if even a mountain in front of him would be blasted with a hole!
"Hmph!"
Facing Ye Wenhao's extraordinarily powerful punch, Murong Gu sneered disdainfully, transforming his right hand into a palm and slowly slapping towards the approaching Iron Fist of Ye Wenhao.
At this moment, his palm strike was very slow, so slow that even Su Liuli, who had not yet set foot on the path of Martial Arts, could see it clearly.
However—
Just as his palm was about to hit Ye Wenhao's Iron Fist, it suddenly accelerated, bringing up a current of air!
"Whoosh!"
With the creation of the air current, a stream of Gang Qi invisible to the naked eye suddenly burst from Murong Gu's palm, colliding fiercely with Ye Wenhao's Iron Fist.
"Bang—"
