BOOM! CRACK!
Fueled by Qin Fan's profound Inner Strength, his punch shattered the Dragon Head Crutch in the silver-haired elder's hands, breaking it in two. The other half of the crutch was knocked from his grasp, and the force of the blow sent him sliding back over two meters, his feet carving two conspicuous furrows in the ground.
"Want more?" Qin Fan taunted, a corner of his mouth hooked in a smirk as he shook his head disdainfully.
"The Training Spirit Clan has never provoked any enemies. Why do you strike at us?" the silver-haired elder demanded, his face a mask of unprecedented shock. He gritted his teeth as he stared at Qin Fan.
"Strike? What strike? I'm merely borrowing this place for a moment," Qin Fan snorted.
