Bang!
Wu Jinglei's giant hammer came crashing down.
Lu Feng held his sword horizontally to block, cleverly bending at the waist and knees. Drawing on his intimate familiarity with the bones and meridians of his body, he shed the heavy force, but limited by his current strength, the web between his thumb and forefinger gripping the sword was still shaken open into a thin line of blood.
Using the rebound force, Wu Jinglei leapt backward and caught the giant hammer Lu Feng had sent flying in midair. A trace of surprise showed in his eyes. He had originally thought that, under that strike, even if Lin Liyun was not seriously wounded, he would surely no longer be able to hold his sword. Yet unexpectedly, the latter looked completely unharmed.
Recalling his previous strike, Wu Jinglei could not help but frown.
He had encountered quite a few sword-wielding opponents, but this was the first time he had seen anything like this. When his giant hammer struck the sword, it was as though it had landed upon water. Aside from the tension at the instant of contact, there was unexpectedly no deeper resisting force.
Though he did not know what method Lu Feng had used, he knew that the latter must have mastered an exceptionally profound art of deflecting force and defense.
This was Wu Jinglei's firsthand impression.
To the others, however, Lu Feng had truly taken Wu Jinglei's blow head-on.
Lin Wuhu and the rest could not help but tremble inwardly, their gazes upon Lu Feng filled with concern.
Although Zhong Sanxiao had detected something unusual and knew that Lu Feng might not be as injured as he appeared, without personally exchanging blows with him, he could not discern many concrete details.
This way of deflecting force had nothing to do