Lu Feng dodged in succession, finding a flaw when Lv Jian's attack failed, and violently shook out the dust he had gathered in his hand.
The countless motes of dust had previously been compressed into bead-like pellets and already possessed a certain hardness. With the Palm Strength imbued through his strike, their force was no weaker than the pebble Lv Jian had kicked at him in his sneak attack.
Bang!
The attack struck the heart as well.
Lv Jian was too late to block. His entire body was instantly sent flying by that Palm Strength.
The bead of compressed dust exploded violently against his chest under the impact, nearly instantly coating his entire upper body and face in white dust;
The Palm Strength contained within that compressed dust bead pierced through his clothes and flesh the instant it exploded, reaching straight for his heart. The terrifying tearing sensation nearly made his heart stop.
Though he barely endured it, once he landed, he could not stop his heart from pounding. It felt as though his heart might shatter at any moment, leaving him deeply unsettled and drenched in cold sweat.
"You lost!"
Lu Feng spoke coldly. There was not a ripple in his gaze toward Lv Jian, and even his former pity had now vanished.
It would have been one thing if Lv Jian had refused to abide by their agreed rule of stopping at the right point. Yet he had also used the momentum to pressure Lu Feng into accepting that humiliating wager, and had even secretly tried to kill him during the match.
For a person like this, even if Lu Feng killed him outright, Fan Teng would have nothing to say about it.
Only after hearing Lu Feng's words did everyone realize that Lv Jian had already been