Chang Sansi's fist struck Chen Ping's chest.
He felt a softness at his fingertips, as if his strength had dissipated into a void.
His arm surged forward, and he tried to power through to smash his opponent's chest and abdomen.
Yet he was met with an overwhelming force that rebounded.
This made his punch ineffective; neither its shock nor penetration had any effect.
Though the opponent retreated after being hit, Chang Sansi's whole body shook violently, forcing him back a step, losing the chance to pursue.
"What kind of fist technique is this, where the chest can be used to strike?"
Despite strong intent to kill, Chang Sansi couldn't help but ask.
His expression became more serious.
A master knows by a single move if their opponent is skilled.
He specialized in close combat, fighting for life and death within a hair's breadth; even opponents stronger by a level or two often ended up defeated.
