Hu Moxie saw that Hu Haoran was ready and struck swiftly. His figure flashed, a streak of lightning flickered past, and he had already rushed before Hu Haoran in less than a second. Hu Moxie threw a right punch. There was nothing fancy about it, just a simple punch, yet in Hu Haoran's eyes, it was anything but simple.
What incredible speed!
That was Hu Haoran's only thought. Before him came Hu Moxie's fist, crackling with blue lightning. Even he did not want to take that punch head-on, because the domineering thunderous power within it sent chills down his spine. Hu Haoran had spent nine days in the lightning pool, and the thunderous power within his body was violent to the extreme. Yet even he felt alarmed, which showed just how terrifying Hu Moxie's attack was.
Before Hu Haoran's mind could react, his body had already responded through instinct. He raised his sword in his right hand, and the Soaring Sword shot out, slashing at Hu Moxie's fist.
Clang...!
The sound of metal colliding rang out as the two exchanged their first clash.
Hu Haoran was sent flying backward. In merely their first exchange, he had been caught off guard, allowing Hu Moxie to seize the upper hand.
"So strong!" Hu Haoran stared at Hu Moxie solemnly. He could feel that his brother was stronger than anyone he had ever fought. He had once faced pursuit from Gui Chen Douluo, but with his current abilities, escaping would not have been a problem. Yet before Hu Moxie, he felt utterly helpless.
"You're not bad either. You took one of my moves and came out unscathed." Hu Moxie praised him. He knew exactly how much strength he had used just now. That seemingly simple punch had contained his full power. An ordinary