Even though suspended in mid-air, Qin Shi still seemed to have something to rely on, his legs kicking straight towards the central gate.
Chang Jing's palms thrust out, without any defense, and his chest was immediately struck by the tip of a foot, causing him to stumble and retreat.
Luckily, his combat experience was superb, and he always protected his vital parts, suffering only minor external injuries.
"Worthy of the Old Martial Sect. The body coordination is nearly perfect!"
Chang Jing's chest bruised black and blue, revealing a blood clot. However, he wasn't too concerned, his eyes tightly fixed on Qin Shi, who moved as if surrounded by a stream of air.
"Classmate! I have a technique; I've been contemplating it for a long time!"
Dong!
The sturdy figure slammed into the sand like a steel beam, shaking up a large expanse of yellow waves. With Chang Jing's palms deeply planted, his waist and hips sank together, resembling an unshakable steel tank!
Boom!
