Just as the force of his punch was about to brush Jiang Che's clothes...
Jiang Che moved.
He reached out one hand and casually held it in front of him.
Then his fingers gently closed.
Smack!
Chu Feng's fist, powerful enough to shatter rock, was caught firmly in Jiang Che's palm.
No Gang Qi exploded.
The ground did not shatter.
Not even the hem of Jiang Che's clothes stirred from the punch.
The instant that force touched his palm, it vanished without a trace.
The vicious expression on Chu Feng's face froze!
Instinctively, he tried to pull his arm back.
It would not budge!
With just one hand, this seemingly gentle, harmless young man had locked his fist firmly in place...
It felt like a flying insect crashing into a cage of solid steel.
No matter how he struggled, he could not move it an inch!
"How is this possible..."
Chu Feng's pupils contracted sharply.
At last, he realized just what a terrifying being he had provoked.
This young man was even stronger than the Silver-Haired Woman from earlier!
"Not bad speed."
Jiang Che smiled faintly, his tone that of someone appraising a child who had just learned to walk.
"Too bad you're a little lacking in strength."
As his words fell...
Jiang Che's fingers abruptly tightened.
Crack!
The sound of breaking bones rang out clearly.
Chu Feng's entire right fist instantly twisted out of shape, and excruciating pain shot up his arm into his brain.
He let out a muffled grunt, straightened the fingers of his left hand into a blade, and slashed viciously at Jiang Che's neck.
Jiang Che did not even blink.
He released Chu Feng's mangled right hand and pressed his palm downward in the same motion.
A vast surge of true qi descended on Chu