"..."
In Shan Wangyuan's imagination,
he had actually considered many possibilities for being defeated on the spot.
Whether his attacks were effortlessly blocked head-on, or his opponent used even greater power to crush him with utmost ease... he had seriously envisioned all of it, and sincerely felt that none of it would be unacceptable.
At the very least,
that was what he thought.
He felt that he was fairly open-minded about such things.
There was no question of being unable to accept defeat.
Nor would he fear so-called defeat.
At worst, he could get back up and continue pursuing victory.
But when Ling Wuyuan's fist, as though bursting a bubble, effortlessly smashed his tightly clenched fist to pieces,
Shan Wangyuan still instinctively widened his eyes.
Disbelief filled them.
Especially when he realized that the power Ling Wuyuan had used was actually identical to the power he himself had unleashed.
That disbelief immediately transformed at extreme speed into an indescribable sense of loss—or perhaps pain and bewilderment that seeped deep into his bones...
Clearly,
this was no mere crushing advantage in brute force. It was a complete, all-around domination!!
Whether in strength or technique, it was the same.
At the instant their fists collided,
Shan Wangyuan could clearly sense how the force carried by his own fist had been effortlessly scattered like foam by the other party. He could also clearly sense how his iron fist, tempered through countless hardships, had been forcefully destroyed by the other party...
He could even...
feel with absolute clarity
how his power had been neutralized by Ling Wuyuan.
It felt like something dissolving the moment it touched water...
Their quality and quantity were clearly equal.
Yet his power
had absolutely no ability to resist Ling Wuyuan's power.
Even his iron fist, capable of withstanding all