Zhao Jie's body stiffened, and all the hairs on his body stood up. He quickly turned around and swung his palm.
Despite his plumpness, his movements were incredibly swift.
However, Lin Xuan's movements were even faster. A palm strike landed on his back, sending him flying.
Rumble!
Zhao Jie let out a scream, his entire body flew backward like a rubber ball, knocking over a mountain peak ahead.
He didn't even have time to react before being sent flying, and even as he fainted, two words echoed in his mind: "Oh shit!"
The gap was too big, so big that he couldn't even imagine it.
You must know, he wasn't the only one present; there were dozens of martial artists. Yet, none of them could guard against Lin Xuan, nor did they even know how he approached.
Fortunately, Zhao Jie had already fainted, otherwise, he might have wet himself in fear.
