"You really are amazing, Brother Xu!"
Seeing Xu Jianhua strike in an instant, the older students were secretly stunned and couldn't help admiring him. After not seeing him for a while, his fist technique seemed even more terrifying. He had already reached perfection.
His punch rang out like ghosts wailing and wolves howling. The forces of yin and cold and blazing yang blended together and erupted in an instant. That kind of power was enough to tear the earth apart, like a flood bursting through a dam.
Even experts at the same level would have to avoid its edge. Anyone who failed to dodge in time would be killed by a single punch. And that was without even mentioning a student who had just enrolled. Xia Ping was no match for him.
A cold glint appeared in Xia Ping's eyes. Feeling that force, he didn't even try to dodge. He stepped forward, his qi surging. His left hand formed a flower-pinch gesture as his right palm struck out.
Golden light erupted from his body, covering him from head to toe. He was like a Buddha, and the faint sound of Buddhist chanting seemed to echo through the air as it shuddered around him.
Immovable Tathagata Palm!
His palm struck forward, crashing into Xu Jianhua's fist.
"What's going on?"
Xu Jianhua had thought his punch would easily defeat Xia Ping and beat him into a dog.
But as soon as his fist met Xia Ping's palm, he felt an even more powerful and violent force slam into him, as if a Furious Vajra had struck him with a palm. It was utterly unstoppable.
The palm even carried tremendous spiritual power. Golden light flooded over him, filling his sea of consciousness with strange visions. It was as if he were a demon