Zhao Feng.
A Martial Master Seventh Layer, his strength far surpassed Tian Wei's.
But when facing Chen Han, his expression was still incredibly grim.
He had sensed long ago that the youth before him was no ordinary person.
In just half a year, he had leaped from the tent area to the wooden house territory, and now, he was even challenging him.
He narrowed his eyes.
"I won't be careless like Tian Wei... I will use my full strength!"
The moment his words fell, Zhao Feng was already the first to attack.
Floating Feather Thirteen Palms!
His figure blurred as he executed a Top Level Qinggong, which he had mastered to its Peak Realm, rapidly closing in on Chen Han. His palms danced continuously, their afterimages filling the sky and transforming into what seemed like a cascade of floating feathers...
Rippleless Trace!
Chen Han didn't dare to be complacent.
'If I removed the Gravity Limit, Zhao Feng would definitely be no match for me.'
