Departure

Chapter 62: Departure

Chapter 62: Departure

With one punch, that thread of Fist Intent sealed off the space around Xu Changfeng, locking down any movement he tried to make.

Xu Changfeng had originally intended to evade, but the moment he sensed that trace of Fist Intent, joy surged through him. He leaped up and threw a punch.

"This thread of Fist Intent will be of tremendous help to me!"

It was no ordinary matter for Fist Momentum and Fist Intent to clash, let alone when one's vital blood was being overwhelmingly suppressed while one still had the spare capacity to comprehend it.

Xu Changfeng had been stalled at perfected Fist Momentum for two or three years. It was not as though he had never sought Master Yang's guidance during that time, but truly grasping the difference between it and Fist Intent remained exceedingly difficult.

After all, that was a martial master's thread of Fist Intent. If Xu Changfeng tried to clash with it like this, there would probably be no corpse left to bury, saving even the cost of a coffin.

Boom!

Their fists collided, and fierce winds surged outward. The churning waves of air vaguely transformed into two savage beasts, biting and roaring at each other.

In but an instant, the difference between the two blasts of wind became clear.

A Spirit Ape's arms bulged with veins as it suddenly tore apart that goshawk...

At the same time, Lin Mo took two steps back and quickly steadied himself, while Xu Changfeng was nearly sent flying sideways.

Only after retreating several meters did he open his eyes and let out a long breath of foul air, his gaze brimming with fanaticism.

There was not the slightest anger at having fallen into the disadvantage in his expression. In fact, he had