The punch's wind slammed into Lu Chen's face, sending his hair streaming backward.
A Da's fist was less than three inches from Lu Chen's face.
That terrifying pressure was enough to make an ordinary Bone Refining Realm martial artist lose all courage.
But in Lu Chen's eyes, the punch was riddled with openings.
At that critical moment—
Lu Chen moved.
There were no flashy movements, no earth-shaking aura.
He simply raised his right hand.
His five fingers spread like a great net, casually meeting the enormous fist.
"Slap!"
A crisp sound rang out.
Time seemed to freeze in that instant.
Everyone who had shut their eyes heard that something was off and hurriedly opened them.
The next second—
Countless pairs of eyes nearly popped out of their sockets!
Lu Chen's right hand had firmly caught A Da's fist!
That terrifying fist, strong enough to Split Stone and Crack Stele and powerful enough to cripple the Iron Fist Martial Hall's master with a single punch, was now completely motionless in Lu Chen's grasp!
It was like a mayfly crashing into a mountain!
"Th-this is impossible!"
A Da's ox-like eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face.
It felt as if his fist had struck a piece of ten-thousand-year-old black iron. Not only had all his force vanished like a river flowing into the sea, the rebound had left his hand bones aching!
He desperately tried to pull his hand back, only to find that Lu Chen's palm was like an iron clamp, gripping his fist tight. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move it even a fraction!
"Is that all the strength you've got?"
Lu Chen looked at A Da's flushed face and asked mildly.
It was naked contempt!
"Aaaah! Die!"
A Da felt a humiliation unlike any he