"Heh." The brown-cloaked figure let out a tiny laugh and said: "I will tell you if you're worthy." He suddenly detonated his Theríon and thrust out a punch. They stood close to each other in the first place, only a few meters away. Such distance could be covered in a blink of an eye.
But when the purple eyes flashed blue, Feng Luotian saw every projectile path in slow-motion. He moved his head clear of the punch and sent his own fist toward the solar plexus beneath the cloak.
In the next blink, a thunderous boom sounded before the earth shook from the impact. Its sonic wind blast even toppled a few members of the Sikong to the ground.
Luotian had avoided the first punch by a narrow movement, leaving himself close enough to counter without pursuing. The angle should have let him strike before his opponent withdrew.
