Dragon Form Fierce Fist.
It surged like a galloping horse, its force piercing the heavens!
The punch smashed into Lu Chengwen's chest.
Lu Chengwen did not budge. He merely looked calmly at Iron Tuo Wang.
Iron Tuo Wang was utterly shocked!
He slowly raised his head and saw a completely expressionless face.
It was not just Iron Tuo Wang. His four lackeys, even Long Aotian, were too stunned to speak.
Everyone here except Lu Chengwen practiced martial arts. They all knew how powerful that punch had been.
It was not that Iron Tuo Wang's fist was some unrivaled benchmark of power in the Ancient Martial Arts World.
Rather, using that kind of punch against an ordinary person who knew no martial arts was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito. One punch would be fatal!
Even an ordinary martial artist—even an expert like Long Aotian in peak condition—would likely suffer internal injuries if he took that punch head-on.
At the very least, he would have to stagger back several steps and work hard to regulate his breathing and energy before gradually suppressing the tremendous force inside him.
But Lu Chengwen simply spoke. "Is that all?"
Then, seeming slightly disappointed, he gave an encouraging nod. "Not bad, either."
Iron Tuo Wang actually took two involuntary steps back.
He suddenly felt that the young man before him was far too strange!
He clearly looked like he knew no martial arts, yet... his Body Protection Skill was actually this powerful!
And that was with him standing still and letting him strike. What if he fought back?
Wouldn't that mean he could crush him like an ant in minutes!?
Hua Xuening said gravely, "Young Master, Lu Chengwen is an expert! He is also using the Immovable Wisdom King Skill, and his cultivation seems