Admit Defeat

Admit Defeat

He Chuan was just a good-for-nothing without any cultivation. He was far inferior to him!

"Let's see how you're going to dodge!" Wang Sheng sneered and threw a punch.

"Bajiquan!" The fist wind whistled, carrying with it whistling spiritual energy as it headed straight for He Chuan's face.

He Chuan's face was still calm. He stretched out his right hand and pushed his palm forward.

Although He Chuan's cultivation had yet to recover, with his previous physique at the ninth level of the Body Refinement Realm and the awakened memories of Sword Emperor He Chuan from his previous life, the attack of a mere sixth level of the Body Refinement Realm martial artist was completely harmless to him.

Wang Sheng's fierce punch instantly smashed into He Chuan's right palm.

Instantly, Wang Sheng's expression changed, and he was stunned.

His punch was ineffective?