This…
They could feel the fierce aura of the slash from afar, a strike so keen it seemed capable of cleaving not just a man, but a solid block of marble.
And the result? He caught it between two fingers? Just like that?
Many people rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Meanwhile, the sharpness in Hu Yong's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by sheer panic that spread across his face as if he'd seen a ghost.
How… how is this possible? As a sixth-rank Fist Master and a renowned bladesman, I put my full strength into that strike! Logically, even if it didn't injure him, it should have at least forced him to retreat. And yet… who in the world is he?
「At the same time, upstairs…」
KLAK. The cigarette Wei Shaoqiu was halfway through slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.
His eyes were wide as he rounded on Guo Kun. "What's going on? What the hell is Hu doing?"
