Bang!
Zhou Chen's fist met the black-clad man's palm, and a terrifying ring of force erupted, scattering the falling rain around them and creating a rainless space several dozen feet across.
At that moment, the rain seemed to have stopped in midair!
After their brief exchange, the tall, thin man in black who had ambushed Zhou Chen seemed to realize how difficult he would be to handle and immediately used the impact to break away.
He abruptly flipped backward and landed, but still had to retreat seven or eight steps before he barely managed to dissipate the force.
Zhou Chen, in contrast, remained standing where he was, watching the tall, thin man with icy eyes.
During their exchange, he had already sensed the sharp, poisoned blade concealed in the man's palm, intended to catch him unawares.
Zhou Chen exhaled softly and glanced down at his fist. There was only a faint white mark on it.
The poisoned blade had failed to pierce his skin, just as he had expected.
After all, upon reaching the second rank, a martial artist's sinews, flesh, and skin had already been tempered to extraordinary hardness. Breaking through a Second-Rank Martial Artist's skin and flesh was no easy matter.
And he had golden skin and bronze flesh on top of that.
Whoooosh-
The wind left by their clash kept stirring the hair over Zhou Chen's forehead. As it fluttered less and less, the rain around him returned to normal and was just about to fall again-
The next instant, several sharp swishes cut through the air.
Several needles as fine as ox hairs shot toward him!
Their tips were also coated in a black poison!
"Hmph."
Zhou Chen snorted coldly. To think someone dared flaunt such clumsy tricks in front of him and attempt another sneak