Those two head-on clashes in an instant had left Gu Liani dumbstruck. She even doubted whether the Masked Man really was Shi Chun. How could someone with Shi Chun's cultivation withstand a blow from Jin Hao?
Never mind Shi Chun-even someone in the same realm would suffer after taking an opponent's blow head-on.
The crucial point was that Jin Hao's ranged palm strike had not even shaken Shi Chun.
Had she not spoken to Shi Chun face-to-face earlier, she would absolutely have questioned the Masked Man's identity.
At that moment, Shi Chun did not want to clash palms with Jin Hao either. He wanted to land a solid palm strike on her body, where its power would take effect quickly.
He wanted to trade blows and see who came off worse. With his Demonic Art protecting him on the outside and the Treasure Garment protecting him underneath, he dared to fight tooth and nail.
But Jin Hao would not trade blows with him, and his strikes were indeed a little slower than hers. The initiative favored Jin Hao.
Jin Hao wanted to clash palms. At this point, it was already too late for him to dodge in the heat of the moment.
Boom!
Another explosive crash rang out.
A flash of bewilderment crossed Jin Hao's eyes. This time, she had felt it clearly: before her palm even touched the Masked Man's, a force projected from his palm had blasted away the power erupting from hers.
Yet that projected force felt rather strange. It did not quite seem like an outward projection of power, but more like pressure rebounding-only the rebound was unusually fierce and forceful.
She had no time to ponder what was happening. It was only a fleeting sensation.
But how could someone in the Advanced Martial Upper Attainment