Among the human cultivators, Su Shi'er's physical body foundation was indeed quite solid.
But in Pan Yue's eyes, it was merely decent.
He had thought that once this punch fell, even if Su Shi'er managed to receive it, he would surely be gravely wounded—perhaps even perish on the spot.
He did not care about the wager between them at all. In this clash, he had never intended to leave much room to spare. If Su Shi'er truly could not take it, then whether he was badly injured or even killed, he would have no one to blame but himself.
Yet the result before him had clearly exceeded expectations.
Su Shi'er had actually held his ground. Moreover, from the surface, even the aura around him had not fluctuated much.
"Fellow Daoist Pan Yue, that punch has passed."
Su Shi'er spoke calmly.
Pan Yue frowned deeply, his gaze fixed unflinchingly on Su Shi'er.
Only after a moment did he let out a cold snort.
"Consider yourself somewhat capable. I shall remember the wager just now."
"Whatever you ask this Holy Son to do in the future, so long as it does not violate the Kuafu Clan's rules or harm the Kuafu Clan's interests, this Holy Son will fulfill it."
With that, Pan Yue swept his sleeve and retreated to Pan Cangheng's side.
Yet the fighting spirit in his gaze toward Su Shi'er remained undiminished.
Su Shi'er gave a slight nod and said no more.
Watching from around them, everyone felt that Su Shi'er looked composed, as though receiving that punch had not taken much effort.
Only Su Shi'er himself knew the truth.
At that moment, his blood and qi churned within him like rivers and seas rolling backward.
Fine stabs of pain came from many places within his meridians.
From deep within