Zhang Biao casually tossed Shen Xishan's corpse aside.
"You like using a saber?"
Zhao Hongming glanced at the steel saber in his hand, its edge already chipped. He casually threw it aside and said, "Fists work too. I've never exchanged fists with anyone before. I can practice with you."
"Hahaha, you want to practice fists with me? Good!"
Boom!
With a deafening bang, Zhang Biao suddenly stomped down.
True Qi burst from beneath his feet, shattering the ground and leaving behind a small crater.
Using the powerful recoil, his mountain-like body lunged at Zhao Hongming.
Zhao Hongming's expression turned grave. He lowered his body and, with ghostly footwork, slipped beneath Zhang Biao, throwing a punch at his lower abdomen.
Bang!
The True Qi of an Innate Realm Martial Warrior, layered atop the power of his own flesh and blood, gave Zhao Hongming's strike force far beyond that of an ordinary Innate Martial Artist.
Yet when Zhao Hongming's punch landed on Zhang Biao's flesh, it was like striking incomparably cold, hard steel.
Even real steel would bear an imprint three inches deep beneath his fist.
But when his fist struck Zhang Biao, it had no effect whatsoever.
Such terrifying defense!
Zhang Biao twisted his feet and threw a straight punch at Zhao Hongming.
His fist was enormous, and it came incredibly fast.
Caught off guard, Zhao Hongming met the punch with his own.
He felt an incomparably powerful force travel from his fist into his arm, forcing him back several steps before he could steady himself.
Waves of soreness spread through his arm.
Zhao Hongming had merely tested him a little.
He had not expected Zhang Biao's physical defense to be so terrifying, even several degrees harder than steel.
If he relied solely on Innate True Intent and the strength of