Ye Wudao's hand, which appeared slender and fair, suddenly transmitted an immense, invisible force through the gaps between his fingers.
However, Lin Zifeng's face only flickered with a faint, wicked smile.
The moment their palms touched, Ye Wudao's lips curved into a confident smirk, but before he could exert any strength—
A crisp crackling sound of breaking bones emanated from his palm, making Ye Wudao's heart skip a beat. Without even using much force, had he crushed the other's hand?
Lin Zifeng, on the other hand, quickly retracted his hand, a trace of pain crossing his face, as he hurriedly tucked his hand behind his back.
He didn't speak, but his complexion turned somewhat pale.
Ye Wudao was startled, initially thinking he had indeed crushed Lin Zifeng's hand. After a brief pause, he smiled lightly at Lin Zifeng and asked, "Are you alright, Young Master Lin?"
"I'm fine," Lin Zifeng replied expressionlessly.