"Shwoosh!"
Li Chen's palm sliced like a blade, cleaving towards Elder Hu with the force of splitting Mount Hua.
Elder Hu's heart trembled with fear, sensing danger, he thought to retreat backward.
However, how could Li Chen give him that chance?
"Old fool, do you think you can escape?"
As he spoke, Li Chen delivered another even sharper palm strike, like a meteor piercing the night sky, directly dazzling Elder Hu's 24K titanium gold eyes.
"Ah!"
Seeing no way to retreat, Elder Hu roared to the sky and swung his Iron Fist, prepared to clash head-on with Li Chen.
He had painstakingly practiced his boxing skills since childhood, for a 60 years. His inner strength was profound, certainly not comparable to Madman Jin who only trained external hard skills from the Outer Sect. Even though he couldn't match the monstrous Li Chen, taking one of his strikes should be no problem at all.
He was confident in his own strength!
