By the time he finally reacted and drew his weapon, Wang Anfeng already had a palm resting on the white-faced man's shoulder, leaping up, waving his right hand, using the wooden sword in its scabbard, without activating his Qi mechanism, to smash out.
The big fat man saw this and realized it was going to be a force-to-force clash; his heart was even more delighted. Due to his unique talents and the influence of his cultivation technique, he was truly not skilled at dealing with martial artists adept at subtle and intricate skills. Wang Anfeng wanting a straightforward clash of power was exactly what he desired.
At once, he let out a low growl, grabbed a huge hooked wolf fang club with both hands, exerted all his strength, and swung down at the skinny young man in front, with gusts of violent wind.
