(Busy with work, the second update will be a little late.)
"Hmph!"
Tang Hao snorted coldly and threw a straight punch at Chen Xilin's face. His fist, as large as a sandbag, shot toward Chen Xilin's face like a bullet.
Slap—
The crisp sound echoed through the forest. Tang Hao's fist had struck Chen Xilin's palm, yet Chen Xilin remained expressionless.
Tang Hao's expression turned grave. He believed his strength had already surpassed that of most Spirit Douluo; even the Strength Clan, famed for its power, could not compare to him.
Yet this young man, who looked even younger than him, had caught his heavy punch so effortlessly.
Tang Hao felt as though his fist had struck an immovable mountain range.
"Could you put some strength into it? Didn't you eat?" Chen Xilin picked at his ear with one hand, his tone utterly flippant.
"Ridiculous!" Tang Hao retreated several steps and summoned the Clear Sky Hammer with one hand. Spirit rings emerged around him—two yellow, two purple, and three black. The optimal Spirit Ring Configuration of a Soul Saint.
"Clear Sky Hammer, Chaotic Wind and Waves!"
The Clear Sky Hammer, as thick as a water vat, smashed toward Chen Xilin.
"Inch!"
Chen Xilin straightened his right Black Dragon Arm. Once the Clear Sky Hammer drew close, he threw an Inch Punch.
Bang—
Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer suddenly felt an immensely powerful burst of force. He had not expected such an inconspicuous strike to possess such terrifying power.
Unable to redirect the force in time, Tang Hao staggered back several steps in succession.
"Little Brother!"
Tang Xiao had finished absorbing the Spirit Bone and immediately saw his younger brother fighting someone. Seeing Tang Hao at a disadvantage, he rushed over and supported him.
After steadying Tang Hao, he glared angrily