But just as the fist was only an inch away from Chen Nan's face—
Chen Nan's figure suddenly swayed subtly like a ghost.
His movements seemed slow, but were actually as fast as lightning.
His right leg swung out like a whip, tracing a perfect arc in the air.
"Bang!"
A dull sound echoed; the disciple's fist was still frozen in mid-air, yet his abdomen took a solid kick.
His expression instantly froze, his eyes bulging from the pain, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string under the shocked gazes of everyone...
Finally, he landed heavily on the ground five meters away, sliding a few more meters before stopping.
He curled up his body like a cooked shrimp, with traces of blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.
The entire scene was silent.
Zhang Qingxue's eyes widened, her red lips slightly parted as she looked at the scene in disbelief.
Her disciples behind her seemed to have been cast with an immobilization spell, frozen where they stood.
