Mirai felt Ye Han drawing closer and closer, but the pressure in his heart also grew heavier and heavier.
Unlike others, who might only have watched Mirai slowly walk toward them as usual, Mirai was now approaching him step by step, like a mountain slowly pressing down on his nerves.
To An Chen, this brief journey felt incomparably long. Nothing like this had ever happened to An Chen, an old man over eighty years old.
Even his master had never given him this kind of pressure before. It seemed to be a form of suppression on the level of life itself.
Mirai walked up to An Chen and smiled. Then, like a student who had just learned martial arts, he bent forward. A straight punch, carrying a faint golden glow, struck toward An Chen's crossed arms.
Something astonishing happened. Mirai's straight punch had not touched An Chen's arms when he clearly felt a repelling force.
That repelling force made Mirai feel as though there was a barrier before him, protecting An Chen.
Golden Bell Shield!
Those three words flashed through Mirai's mind, and were immediately confirmed. The martial art An Chen was using at that moment was the Golden Bell Shield!
However, before that thought could settle in Mirai's mind, his fist directly shattered Sora's golden bell shield.
Crack!
The Golden Bell Shield was like a shattered mirror. The moment Mirai's fist touched it, it became almost unbearably fragile!
When An Chen sensed that his Golden Bell Shield had been broken, his face suddenly took on an expression as though he had seen a ghost.
He had not expected the Golden Bell Shield to withstand many blows. He had merely hoped it could wear down Mirai's fist wind, but what he had not expected was that his defensive martial art,