His fist intent surged like an ocean, its towering waves of fist Dao laws enveloping Kun Zhou and sealing off every avenue of retreat.
Kun Zhou had intended to meet Hua Yunfei's strike with his full strength, but upon seeing that terrifying fist intent, the fighting spirit that had just ignited within him vanished even faster.
Kun Zhou's face turned pale, his pupils contracting as he stared at the terrifying fist intent bearing down on him. His entire body trembled uncontrollably. Before the fist intent even reached him, his body had begun to split apart, staining him red with blood from head to toe.
Then Kun Zhou slowly closed his eyes and quietly awaited his fate.
Kun Zhou could tell that this punch carried a touch of personal resentment.
But he had no right to blame Hua Yunfei, because he had been the one to ask Hua Yunfei to use his full strength.
Before the fist intent reached Kun Zhou, it dissolved into radiance. Hua Yunfei withdrew his hand and asked with a smile, "Senior Kun Zhou, were you satisfied with my full strength?"
Kun Zhou opened his eyes and looked at the young man before him, his expression deeply conflicted.
When he had first heard the name Hua Yunfei, the young man had only just entered the Immortal King realm. Kun Zhou, meanwhile, had already been a War Emperor Grade expert, preparing to break through into the hegemon grade realm.
Yet how much time had passed? That young man had already caught up with him and surpassed him. He could not even withstand a single punch from him. The bitterness, helplessness, and unwillingness that came with it were truly difficult for anyone else to understand.
"I concede."
Kun Zhou gave a bitter smile. He truly had no right to