The Clown let out a strange cry of "Oh-hoh," but didn't dodge.
Yang Fei's pure Gang Yuan Qi reached his palm, as if hitting a thick, resilient cowhide, unable to penetrate.
Bam!
The next second, Yang Fei landed solidly on the floor, the thick tiles immediately shattering, creating a deep pit.
Yang Fei promptly activated Niu Jia.
The fish-scale-shaped vortex Gang Qi formed protective patterns on his body, withstanding the Clown's fierce toss without injury.
However, even so, Yang Fei's whole body was tingling with pain, and several bones signaled sharp pain—a sign of fractures.
Bone fractures were nothing to Yang Fei, who could heal in a day or two.
However, being injured now meant he couldn't exert his full strength, which was deadly.
Susu and the old man were shocked to see Yang Fei hurt.
The old man's white hair stood on end as he swung a palm at the Clown.
His seemingly light palm strike caused a muffled sound in the air, with faint ripples visible.
