"How can you be this strong?!"
Zhao Xin slapped the ground with his right hand, his body instantly launching into the air. He then kicked off the ground with both feet, abruptly charging toward Zhao Rui.
'Replicable Martial Art: Great Nine Heavens Palm. Replicate?'
'Replicate!'
'I've copied so many people's techniques, but I completely forgot to copy my own cousin's. I think Third Uncle spent over two hundred thousand to buy these Martial Arts for him.'
'For only one person to learn it… what a total waste.'
"Good!"
Zhao Rui strode forward, channeling his Prajna Palm Force and meeting Zhao Xin's palms with a deceptively light touch.
Seeing Zhao Rui's seeming disdain, Zhao Xin was overjoyed. 'This time,' he thought, 'I'll definitely show him the power of my Great Nine Heavens Palm Force.'
BANG!
