Hu Yanghong's expression underwent a drastic change as he stared at his forearm, now bent at a ninety-degree angle, full of disbelief!
Just a moment ago, his fists had transformed into claws, not only at a tricky angle, but he had also not held back in the slightest. Yet to his surprise, Chen Yuan had countered with a seemingly ordinary punch, as casual as an average person raising their hand to strike.
However, this unremarkable punch was one he couldn't evade in time; he could only slightly shift and block with his left hand.
That left hand was snapped cleanly upon a gentle touch.
"Cross Training Master?!"
Hu Yanghong, uncertain and astonished, looked at Chen Yuan.
Bringing Cross Training to its peak, where one's mortal flesh is impervious to blades and possesses the strength of a thousand pounds, these are the hallmarks of a Cross Training Master.
