Fu Ming was stunned. He had never imagined that Long Chen, after taking his strike, would not only be unharmed but would manage to get right in his face. Caught completely off guard, he could only throw his hands up to defend. The violent impact forced him back several steps, a sharp pain shooting through his arms. How could this guy have such formidable power? His eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.
Before he could react, Long Chen was upon him, striking out with a palm aimed at his chest. Fu Ming's expression changed as he moved to block again, but he never expected it to be a feint. Long Chen's other hand darted toward Fu Ming's sleeve and snatched the Buddha Beads.
Fu Ming frowned and slammed a palm into Long Chen's chest.
PFFT!
Long Chen spat out a mouthful of blood as he was sent crashing heavily to the ground.
