Lu Ren raised his hand and steadily caught Chen Shengnan's fists, which had formed a blur of motion in the air.
"What the hell?"
"How is it possible that someone can catch hands moving at such speed?"
They had seen Chen Shengnan's fists with their own eyes, which could instantly shatter a person-sized rock into countless pieces.
"That was quite well done."
Seeing the disbelief on Chen Shengnan's face, Lu Ren's expression was approving: "At least, you did better than I did back then."
Of course, this remark was completely offhand, as he used to master every nuance of the fist technique each time he advanced to a new fist realm, as if he had spent ten to twenty years steeping and refining at that level, with every subtle change in power clearly understood.
After all, this was the legacy left by the fist techniques he cultivated, and he naturally praised her.
