In fact, after his first strike was knocked back, Qi Dian had been a little surprised too.
Having once moved in Immortal Sect circles, he naturally knew of the Iron Fist Sect. Although the sect was not powerful, it must have had its merits to have survived for several hundred years.
The Iron Fist Sect's cultivation method was extremely powerful in combat. Its practitioners' iron arms were swift and formidable, unmatched in killing power within the same realm.
However, the cultivation methods of such small sects usually had flaws. The Iron Fist Sect's disciples generally had low cultivation and struggled to break through to the Astral Realm, probably because their cultivation method was deficient in astral refining.
For Wen Tai to have refined Black Iron Mountain-Splitting Astral Qi so early under these circumstances, neither his talent nor his combat strength could have been weak.
So when Wen Tai threw his full-powered strike, Qi Dian treated it with considerable respect, using all his strength to power his astral qi shield. Then he felt...
No, he felt absolutely nothing.
If Qi Dian had been blind, he might have had to ask, "Has it come yet?"
With a trace of puzzlement, Qi Dian said, "You don't need to hold back. Don't worry about hurting me."
"..." Hearing this, Wen Tai immediately flushed red.
How arrogant!
I clearly used all my strength just now. Even if you blocked it, how could you not have felt the force?
You're mocking me, aren't you!
The junior disciples behind him were also puzzled that Qi Dian had not budged after Wen Tai's punch. Hearing this, they thought Wen Tai really had held back.
So they called out, "Senior Brother, don't go easy on him!"
"Teach him a lesson, Senior Brother."
"Senior Brother, use all your strength!"
"..."