In an instant, Xia Ping took a punch from One-Eyed Wolf. At once, he felt as though his entire body had been engulfed by a blazing sun, radiating endless heat as scorching waves rolled over him.
He immediately felt as if every part of him—his hair, skin, blood, and bones—were melting at that moment. Even his protective energy seemed on the verge of being evaporated by the heat.
"Such powerful flame energy."
Xia Ping's pupils contracted. He sensed that One-Eyed Wolf was no ordinary bandit chief. This man possessed Saint-level martial arts; with one punch, it was as though the sun had descended, burning his very organs.
An ordinary Grandmaster Level cultivator who encountered this bandit chief would likely be punched to death alive and burned into ashes.
Perhaps this was another Saint Phantom, merely disguised as a bandit leader.
One-Eyed Wolf's strength was even more terrifying than the Saint Phantom at the Martial Arts Academy last time. He seemed to possess greater intelligence and agility than before, with extraordinary combat power.
Sure enough, the Novice Village's missions were not so easy to complete.
"Good boy, you've got some skill. Take another punch from me." One-Eyed Wolf was somewhat surprised as well. An ordinary person would have been beaten to death by that punch long ago, every drop of blood in their body evaporated dry.
Yet this kid before him had merely been knocked back a dozen or so steps, his body suffering no serious injury.
But One-Eyed Wolf did not remain surprised for long. If one punch could not kill him, then he would use two. Three.
Whoosh!
One-Eyed Wolf closed in, moving like a wolf, his motions brimming with explosive force as he threw another punch.
His fist burst with boundless golden light, wrapped in crimson flames. The