Wang Zhibing was shocked to his core.
He had not expected that under his own attack, Chen Nan would still have the capacity to counterattack.
After all, he was a Seventh Level of Tao Control cultivator, whose strength was far beyond that of warriors of the same level. Yet this fellow, who was clearly only a Third Level warrior, possessed such a heaven-defying battle power!
Could it be that he had truly restored those ancient martial combat skills?
Wang Zhibing had also heard that, before the endless ages, once a martial artist's cultivation reached a certain realm, they could command the wind and clouds and sweep across all cultivation systems, standing unrivaled among all cultivators.
But later, those ancient martial combat skills gradually became lost, and the warriors who inherited these systems had battle powers that were not even comparable to cultivators, let alone capable of sweeping across all cultivation systems.
