"If you want to enter the Wuxiang Institute, you'll have to get through me first!"
Shi Jiangyong barked, his right fist suddenly rising. He charged forward, aiming a punch straight at Zhao Lin's chest.
The move was simple and direct, without any flourish, yet it made the faces of the disciples on the sidelines change drastically.
At the Third Layer of the Qi Realm, one's projected qi could reach a thickness of over an inch. Strands of azure light coiled around Shi Jiangyong's arm, churning and roiling like scales on a fierce beast.
In a mere instant, his aura reached its peak.
Zhao Lin saw the ferocity of his opponent's punch. He knew he couldn't retreat, nor did he need to.
He had intentionally held back, worried his opponent might have some tough fist or claw technique. If it was a simple contest of strength, however, that was exactly what he wanted.
