Feeling the gaze of everyone converging on him,
Chen Hai, with a helpless expression, stood up.
Last night, when he had executed the Little Five Thunder Skill, the power of the palm he struck had been unexpectedly great.
This situation must be the aftermath of that palm strike!
If he had known that the Little Five Thunder Skill, which he considered the weakest Thunder Skill, held such immense power to burst open the trunk of a big camphor tree and fell it completely,
under everyone's watchful eyes, he certainly wouldn't have been interested in testing the skill's power!
But now, it seemed a bit too late for regrets!
Indeed, although the Little Five Thunder Skill was powerful, its usage during combat drained him slightly more than usual.
The palm that broke the camphor tree was executed with no reservations, with full force.
Continuously executing such a palm strike ten to eight times would have been his limit.
