The Vajra Fist was a domineering fist art, supremely hard and fiercely yang. The force it unleashed carried those same traits. Once Vajra Fist force entered an opponent's body, it often left them flustered and overwhelmed, suffering bitterly.
Shopkeeper Chen was now experiencing this firsthand.
The violent fist force was like a red-eyed bull, rampaging madly through his body. Shopkeeper Chen immediately felt a faint pain in his meridians, as if blades were slicing through them. His brows knitted tightly, his face twitched, and pain filled his expression.
Gritting his teeth, he promptly mobilized the qi and blood throughout his body to resist it. Fortunately, as a Mid Blood Strengthening Martial Artist, his qi and blood were quite abundant.
Relying on that abundant qi and blood, he gradually wore away the tyrannical fist force that had entered his body.
Yet the process was agonizing. His qi and blood and the fist force canceled each other out, like a sharp knife churning inside his body. His flesh stung, his meridians were damaged, and faint cracks began to appear.
In the end, he got away with only minor injuries.
Though he had suffered greatly, Shopkeeper Chen firmly believed that Yang Heng's injuries had to be worse than his.
The force of his Heart Destroying Palm was impossible to guard against and exceedingly concealed. Early and Mid Blood Strengthening Martial Artists found it difficult to detect. Even if Yang Heng's physique was stronger than that of an ordinary Blood Strengthening Martial Artist and could offset part of the palm force, the remaining force would still be enough to make him drink a full pot. If he was not gravely injured, he would at least cough up several mouthfuls of blood.
Shopkeeper Chen looked toward Yang Heng, only for what he saw to far