"Boom!"
A large tree the size of a sea bowl was directly knocked flying several meters away and fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Chen Shouyi withdrew his fist and looked at the back of his hand.
The back of his hand was slightly red, but the redness quickly faded away. Then he gave his hand a gentle shake, and the air exploded with a "pop" sound. The wood chips and dirt on his hand were instantly shaken off, leaving his palm clean and smooth, fair and delicate.
He mused for a moment, then rolled up his sleeve, quickly drew his sword, and applied a little force to cut his arm.
He found it completely unharmed.
He applied more force, and only when he used thirty percent of his strength did he make a shallow cut on the oily surface.
