"You want to fight me?" The beefy-faced man's smile vanished.
He watched as Su Xuan walked up to him step by step, clenching his fists.
"Are you crazy?" another, skinnier man said when he saw this. "In the menial disciple area, Brother Hu is the strongest. Are you sure you want to fight him? I advise you…"
He suddenly fell silent, because Su Xuan had already thrown a punch at Brother Hu.
Seeing that Su Xuan's punch lacked any real power, Brother Hu contemptuously swung his arm to block it. He clenched his other hand into a fist, preparing to counterattack. He had truly underestimated Su Xuan. Su Xuan wasn't dressed in the Floating Cloud Sect's uniform but in clothes from the world below the mountain. What could someone from down the mountain possibly be capable of?
But the next second, he realized he was wrong.
The instant his arm made contact with Su Xuan's fist, an immense force bore down on him. His spine bent sharply, as if a giant boulder were pressing down on his back.
