Chen Yang's eyes flashed with a streak of cold light; despite the ferocious power of his Blacksteel Finger technique, it still fell short when compared to actual steel, so he temporarily withdrew his move and, at the same time, unleashed a kick.
Huo Anya hurriedly defended against it.
Bang!
The two soles of their feet collided solidly, accompanied by a thunderous noise. Both of them were propelled backward. Behind Huo Anya was a teahouse pillar which he slammed into with a crash, breaking it apart and causing the roof to fall down, along with a mix of tiles and dust, which instantly covered him.
By the time he stabilized himself, he was covered head-to-toe in grey, looking extremely disheveled.
Chen Yang also stabilized his figure on the other side, and with a slight smile said, "Master Huo, who is always so elegant, also has a day where he is disheveled like this, huh?"
