With one hand behind his back and the other held flat before him, Ye Qifeng beckoned Tai Long forward, signaling for him to make the first move.
"You're not summoning your Martial Soul?"
Seeing that Ye Qifeng had not even summoned his Martial Soul, Tai Long frowned.
"Just make your move."
Ye Qifeng gave him a faint smile.
He was only dealing with a Soul Grandmaster whose Soul Power Level was twenty-five...
One hand was enough.
Damn it, he was actually being looked down on.
Tai Long could not help feeling irritated, especially when he saw the other's indifferent expression and the smile at the corner of his lips, as though he were mocking him.
"You'd better not regret this!"
With that thought, Tai Long cast aside his restraint, let out a low roar, and erupted with Soul Power beneath his feet. His speed suddenly increased as he threw a gorilla's iron fist straight at Ye Qifeng's chest.
Bang!
Facing Tai Long's crude, brute-force punch, Ye Qifeng did not even move his feet, nor did he use any force-dispersing techniques like Taiji Fist or Heaven and Earth Great Shift.
He merely extended one palm and, relying solely on his physical body and strength, easily blocked it.
With his iron fist stopped midair, wind howling around it, Tai Long's expression immediately changed.
It felt as though he had struck a thick steel plate. The rebound force traveled up his arm and into his body, throwing his breathing into disarray and leaving him with a breath caught in his chest that nearly would not come back.
Before he could even be surprised, the palm blocking his fist suddenly left behind a phantom. In the blink of an eye, it had caught his wrist and gripped it tightly.
Tai Long instinctively struggled with