Zhou Leng's profound palm power snapped Zhang Bojun's wrist. Then, he converted his fist into an elbow and launched a storm-like barrage before retreating.
The True Qi was still present, but his stamina was insufficient.
As Zhou Leng slowly walked to recover his strength, he fixed his gaze on Zhang Bojun like a wolf.
At this moment, everyone understood that Zhou Leng's previous retreat was both to conserve energy and to lure the enemy in.
The battle line can lie as well.
Xue Tongming whispered to Xue Chengsong, "Everyone has habitual combat behaviors. It's rare to see masters who make almost no unnecessary movements. Zhou Leng must have observed this person's blocking habit and then used a deceptive cultivation technique to wound his wrist with his palm technique."
"Yes, masters' moves are particularly clean and neat," Xue Chengsong sighed, for Zhang Bojun and for himself.
