Clang!
Fist met sword, yet the collision rang out with the piercing clash of metal against metal.
The high-grade treasured sword in Fang Luting's hand snapped on impact. Her expression changed drastically. "You—you brat, your physique—is already on par with Profound Realm armaments? Freak! You're an absolute freak!"
At the same time.
Chen Cheng was forced several steps back before he barely managed to steady himself.
It was clear that after her demonic transformation, Fang Luting could unleash greater strength than Chen Cheng.
Had she held a third-tier Profound Sword, Chen Cheng's fist and arm would both have been cleaved in half.
Precisely because he had seen that she held only a treasured sword, Chen Cheng had dared meet it head-on with his fist.
To put it plainly, this exchange had largely been a test of her capabilities.
Without knowing Fang Luting's exact combat strength, Chen Cheng would never recklessly press forward. Now, however, he had a rough measure of it.
"Your physique may be strong, brat, but your strength still falls short. You're going to die!"
With a low roar, Fang Luting flung away the broken sword and stepped forward. Earth and stone exploded beneath her feet as she shot toward Chen Cheng like a cannonball leaving its barrel.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Luting was upon him.
Her fist blasted forward, dragging a streak of dusky demonic qi through the air. As she punched, the trailing qi surged forward into her fist, instantly boosting its speed and power well beyond Chen Cheng's.
Chen Cheng swiftly stepped back and twisted aside, narrowly evading that overwhelmingly powerful fist. The wind grazed his cheek, bringing a pain like a wild beast's claws plowing across his skin.
Fortunately, Chen Cheng's physique was strong enough. An ordinary martial artist would have