Faced with Hu Haobo's offensive, Zeng Bonan's tactic was crystal clear—
Defend!
His stance was firm, his arms a flurry of motion. He brought the defensive stances of the Basic Body Refining Technique to their full potential, constructing an airtight line of defense.
Hu Haobo's Palm Force landed on it like a stone sinking into the sea, impossible to shake.
Furthermore, with every clash, a piercing pain shot through the fractures in his arms, severely affecting his ability to exert power.
As one side waned and the other waxed, Hu Haobo's attacks grew weaker and weaker, and openings began to appear.
Zeng Bonan's gaze was sharp. A simple straight punch shot like lightning through the afterimages of the palms and stamped itself onto Hu Haobo's shoulder blade.
"CRACK!"
The faint sound of bone fracturing was heard.
Hu Haobo let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning as white as a sheet. His entire body was sent flying, landing heavily on the ground.
