Jin Zhan's arms flailed wildly, sending wave after wave of air that felt like curved blades stabbing fiercely toward Xiao Tian. The blade wind formed by his Inner Qi was extremely sharp, and its aura was extraordinary. If an ordinary person were to get scraped by it, they would probably bleed and die instantly!
"My goodness, what kind of bizarre techniques are these?"
Zhongliang, who was watching from afar, found his whole worldview utterly shattered after seeing Jin Zhan's moves. He had long mingled around the border towns and had seen various scenes, but having just arrived in Shanghai for a few days, he finally understood what it meant to have always someone better, something beyond comprehension. In comparison, the battles he had witnessed at the border seemed like child's play!
What Jin Zhan was using was the "Qi" of a Martial Artist, the deepest form of power within the human body.
