BAM!
Even after taking a palm strike head-on, Zheng Jun remained completely motionless.
Seeing that Zheng Jun was unharmed, Xu Tianfang breathed a sigh of relief, yet he also felt a tinge of sorrow. His full-powered palm strike landed squarely on Captain Zheng, yet it did absolutely nothing. What was this? Had all his years of practicing martial arts been for nothing? He wondered if perhaps only a weapon could actually wound Captain Zheng.
After briefly entertaining this thought, Xu Tianfang immediately reined in his wandering mind. He continued to execute the Mountain-Opening Palm, blasting strike after strike toward Zheng Jun.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Like this, Xu Tianfang lost count of how many palm strikes he had thrown. It was only when his arms felt drained of strength that he finally stopped, panting heavily.
As for Zheng Jun, his body was covered in white palm prints, yet he remained as impregnable as a fortress. His expression hadn't changed in the slightest.
