Shen Haoran took a deep breath, his expression grave as he stared at Ouyang Feng. That was only thirty percent of his opponent's strength; Feng was much stronger than he had imagined!
"Next, I will use sixty percent of my power. Let's see if you can withstand it!" Feng sneered. He raised his fist and lunged violently toward Haoran.
Watching him vanish in an instant, Haoran willed purple-black flames to engulf his entire body. Spiritual Power erupted from his Primordial Small World, circulating rapidly through his meridians. At this moment, Haoran unleashed his full strength. There was no way he could dodge this incoming attack. Since he couldn't evade it, he had to take it head-on!
Before he could blink, the fist appeared right in front of his face. The fierce gale generated by the strike stung Haoran's cheeks. The power behind this punch was clearly leagues above the previous one.
