PFFT!
He spat out the sand that had rolled into his mouth. The plainly dressed middle-aged man scrambled up from the ground, looking disheveled.
He knew the only reason he hadn't sustained any internal injuries from that palm strike was that the young man opposite him had perfectly controlled his force.
How terrifyingly powerful must someone be to have such control over that overwhelming Inner Strength? A young man, not even twenty, possessing such formidable strength? What kind of monster is this?
This thought filled the simple-faced man's features with utter disbelief.
Subconsciously, the phrase "young Grandmaster" surfaced in his mind.
