But now, Chen Feng, who was just half a step away from Great Perfection, had not only caught the blow.
He did so with his fingers, at the most extreme distance, and caught it with such ease and calmness.
That meant his blow had never posed a threat to Chen Feng from beginning to end.
This was somewhat beyond the Young Samurai's expectations.
"How did you do that? With your strength, how could you possibly catch my blow with your fingers?"
The Young Samurai took a deep breath, looked at Chen Feng, and asked incredulously.
"Oh? Is that hard?"
Chen Feng replied indifferently.
Hearing this, the Young Samurai's face changed, and he clenched his teeth, somewhat resentfully saying, "Hmph, don't be so smug. Try catching another one of my blows!"
After speaking, the Young Samurai tried to pull his katana back.
However, after tugging forcefully twice, he found that the katana didn't budge at all and was still firmly clamped by Chen Feng's fingers as if it had been fixed in place.
