Li Su was astonished. His opponent was very strong; his power carried a savage ferocity. The moment they made contact, it felt as though he had touched some terrifying primordial beast, creating an immense sense of intimidation.
This was powerful. Even the bones in his palm were trembling. The force within it was like fiery oil, exploding without cease.
Fortunately, Li Su did not cultivate only the New Method. Before this, he had first contemplated the Great Dao of heaven and earth with supreme comprehension, gaining profoundly deep insights. He had cultivated his innate patterns to an exceedingly terrifying realm. They spread throughout his entire body, interwoven like a net, forming an unbelievable great web deep within his flesh and blood.
His skin shone, and light from the patterns glimmered across his palm. His opponent's force shook within it, blasting sparks in every direction, yet in the end, it still failed to blow apart Li Su's hand and was suppressed by his patterns.
Ziya staggered back two steps. A strange gleam appeared in his fierce eyes, while the pain shooting through his fist left him stunned.
It was not that he was so confident as to believe he had no equal. He simply had not expected the New Method to contain someone like this. In truth, he had little interest in coming here. In his eyes, this sort of battle was purely a waste of time, devoid of any challenge. If not for the generous reward from above, he would not have bothered.
Yet unexpectedly, he had encountered an opponent.
That punch just now had felt as though it had struck hundredfold-tempered steel. Its density was unbelievable. With his strength, he had been unable to break through it, ultimately penetrating only a little way.
Not only that, the recoil had