The wind rose as the fist arrived!
Long Hao's expression shifted slightly. He sidestepped and raised his hands, preparing to block Shi Potian's punch. However, Long Hao had underestimated the power behind that fist.
It was only when his hands made contact with Shi Potian's fist that Long Hao knew what true, unadulterated power felt like. He was a disciple of Wang Ye and had naturally grasped the True Meaning of Tai Chi. He had already mastered the essence of "Four Taels Moves a Thousand Catties" to a profound level.
Yet, when the force exceeded a thousand catties, I can't possibly block it. Long Hao admitted to himself.
BANG!
With a muffled thud, the members of the War Dragon Camp suddenly saw their captain sent flying backward.
PFFT!
Before he even hit the ground, Long Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale.
Just one move. With a single move, the formidable captain of the War Dragon Camp was defeated.
