"Good!"
Gao Yongfu had made it clear to himself that he absolutely could not lose this spar. Even though he knew he held advantages in realm, combat experience, and personal strength, he did not relax in the slightest. His focus was razor-sharp, and the moment Chen Mo moved, he immediately met him head-on.
Thinking that Chen Mo was, after all, also a Divine Strength Realm martial artist with an outstanding record, Gao Yongfu figured there was no need to hold back. Going all out should not kill him; at most, it would injure him. It would not be a problem.
With that thought in mind, Gao Yongfu prepared to strike without holding anything back.
Yet the scene that followed greatly astonished Gao Yongfu and everyone from the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School.
Chen Mo was simply too fast!
At the edge of the Training Hall, most of the disciples could not even see Chen Mo's trajectory. It felt as though they had merely blinked, and Chen Mo had already arrived before Gao Yongfu.
Gao Yongfu's expression changed drastically. His mind had indeed reacted, but his body simply could not move.
He could only watch helplessly as Chen Mo's fist, carrying a fist wind like a tiger's roar, arrived before his eyes. Instinctively, he shut his eyes and prepared to take the blow.
Yet the pain he had expected never came. Instead, the violent fist wind scraped Gao Yongfu's cheeks raw, as if blades were slicing across them. He swallowed unconsciously, just as Chen Mo's calm voice sounded by his ear:
"Thank you for yielding."
Slowly opening his eyes, Gao Yongfu saw Chen Mo's fist hovering a hair's breadth from his eyeball. He hurriedly backed away several steps and wiped his cheek, only to find it completely stiff, with flecks of