Feeling a surge of jealousy, Ye Qingzhou couldn't help but use extra force when he saw Huang Liwen's annoying face.
He suddenly clenched his fist, and the forceful wind from his punch even blew Huang Liwen's hairstyle askew.
The incoming shadow of the fist stirred up a storm, the airwaves roared, and Huang Liwen was terrified by this mighty blow, hurriedly retreating his sword to defend, switching from offense to defense.
Clang~
The fist struck the side of the sword with a resounding metallic clash, prompting the members of the Swordsmanship Club around the martial arts arena, those with slightly weaker cultivation, to cover their ears.
And Huang Liwen, who bore the brunt of the punch, felt the worst. Not only was his qi and blood boiling, but his right arm was also numbed at the tiger's mouth. After landing, he tumbled a full five to six meters before barely coming to a stop.
