Chen Wen did not move, letting the backlash press over him.
His clothes snapped and fluttered, his black hair whipping wildly, but in the end, he did not budge an inch.
In contrast, under the impact of the backlash, the old man was forced back three paces before he managed to shed the Force Momentum from his body.
At this moment, his expression had turned incomparably ugly, as if he wanted to devour someone alive.
This... good heavens.
The people from the Medicine Hall and the others could not help but suck in a cold breath.
Since when had Chen Wen become this strong?
A month ago, when Chen Wen fought Chen Tianfeng, he had still been far from this powerful.
As for this old man's strength, through the exchange just now, they had more or less grasped it.
Nothing else needed to be said; he would have had no problem suppressing Chen Tianfeng at that time by a head.
That was also why they were so shocked.
And that man also took all of this in.
His brows could not help lifting, a trace of shock flashing through his eyes.
Even he had no choice but to admit that being able to overwhelm that old man by a head with aura alone was indeed extraordinary.
For a time, the way he looked at Chen Wen also changed slightly.
"May I ask, do I have the qualifications now?"
Chen Wen's calm gaze fell on the old man as he spoke leisurely.
"You..."
The fury in the old man's heart surged straight into his chest; for a moment, his whole body nearly exploded with rage.
"If you're not convinced, come up and fight."
Chen Wen spoke again.
When the old man heard this, his entire face twisted beyond measure.
But he