Hua Wuji struggled to climb out of the pit, blood at the corner of his mouth. The opponent's strike had shattered his internal organs and caused damage. If it hadn't been for the soft armor he was wearing, which had deflected most of the force, that blow might have turned him into minced meat.
Hua Tianqiong, terrifying to such an extent.
In Hua Wuji's mind, across the entire Qingfeng County, there weren't many among the younger generation whom he considered worthy opponents. Only the few prodigies from the three major sects commanded his attention.
Yet, just now, Hua Wuji had to admit, Hua Tianqiong's strength was excessively overpowering. Especially his power: just one strike and it felt as if all the mountains in the world were pressing down in unison, making resistance impossible.
How could Hua Wuji know that Hua Tianqiong intentionally held back some of his strength? If he had used his real power, Hua Wuji would have been defeated even faster.
