"Stacking Fist!"
With a swift sidestep, Li Chen arrived beside Zhao Xing, and a punch thundered out abruptly. As Li Chen threw his punch, his arm even shook slightly, and waves of power burst forth from his fist.
Zhao Xing's eyes flickered. He was not like Kuang Rui, the Yellow Rank Martial Artist Li Chen had encountered before; with his experience, he could naturally perceive the terrifying power contained within that punch.
But in the face of this punch, Zhao Xing's expression remained unusually calm.
He assumed a peculiar stance with his hands, and the moment Li Chen's fist approached, Zhao Xing's hands swiftly clasped together, flipped outward, and his palms pressed against Li Chen's fist.
"Boom!"
The sound of the fist colliding with the palm echoed.
Li Chen's Stacking Fist harbored several layers of force, overwhelming for most people to bear. Even Zhao Xing, if he were to take it head-on, would likely be seriously injured.
However, this punch had to be withstood by him.
