Battle with a Half-Step Grandmaster!

At the foot of Middle Finger Peak.

Boom!

With the sound of a fist striking flesh,

a blast of air erupted, spreading in solid waves in every direction.

The powerful wind pressure instantly swept up sand and stones.

Feng Zhen staggered backward as though struck by a crushing blow.

"Deputy Chief Feng, you've grown weaker!" Fang Daoquan said.

Then he smiled again. "No! I should say I've grown stronger!"

Fang Daoquan looked supremely confident.

In their brief exchange, he had easily suppressed Feng Zhen, whom he had previously considered a formidable rival.

He instantly realized that, with the transformation of his spirit, he could now crush Feng Zhen with ease.

Under the pressure of his spirit, even though Feng Zhen's strength had not declined in the slightest,

Feng Zhen could bring out only sixty or seventy percent of his strength, and could hardly mobilize all the power in his body.

In combat, this made it seem as though Feng Zhen's strength had regressed.

But Fang Daoquan knew that was not the case. Feng Zhen simply could no longer unleash his full fighting strength before him.

Looking at the silent Feng Zhen, Fang Daoquan smiled again.

Then he moved, shooting forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.

The powerful wind pressure reached Feng Zhen ahead of him.

Feng Zhen narrowed his eyes, his gaze grave.

"Chief, I'll help you!" Just then,

a booming voice rang out beside him.

"Brother Liu, fall back! You're no match for him!" Feng Zhen immediately shouted upon hearing the voice beside him.

But at their level, even a short burst of movement was as swift as lightning, despite leaving no room to reach full speed.

In the time it took for the warning to travel back and forth, the man beside him had already curled