The surface of the Golden Bell shimmered with iridescent light. Faint runes could be seen flowing across it, emanating a heavy, indestructible aura.
"DONG—!!!"
The fist and bell collided, releasing a heavy toll that reverberated for miles.
The sound wave spread as if it were tangible, causing the ears of nearby spectators to ring. A visible shockwave radiated outward from the two fighters.
Xiong Lie bore the brunt of the impact. He felt his ears ring as his long hair was instantly blasted back, and a piercing pain shot through his right fist.
But he had long since heard of this protective technique of Chen Sheng's. When his strike failed to connect, he immediately used the rebound force to retreat. His body traced an arc through the air, giving his opponent no opening to exploit.
Yet he couldn't hide the astonishment in his eyes. 'My fully-charged strike didn't even budge that phantom Golden Bell?!'
