Zhang Lang stepped into the gate of the courtyard. At this moment, he understood that he no longer represented himself, but the master behind him. If he were to be thrown out, it would be more embarrassing for his master than just himself.
"Bang!"
After a dull sound, the two exchanged a solid palm strike.
At the moment of impact, Zhang Lang felt a powerful force hit his palm. If his footing weren't stable, he would have been knocked away for sure.
But the most important thing was that the woman behind him did not speak, which meant he could go all out without holding back.
Realizing this, Zhang Lang suddenly leapt up, his raised fist transforming into a sword hand as it neared Xiao Feng, striking towards Xiao Feng's eyes.
Xiao Feng's gaze hardened, turning his head to avoid the blow while simultaneously sending a kick.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Lang did not choose to retreat but instead also lifted his leg to strike, aiming directly between Xiao Feng's legs.
