The blood-red right fist, like a raging, blazing shell unleashed from its chamber, blasted through the air between the two in an instant.
As it advanced, rings of compressed air swirled around it.
Wherever it passed, a dull humming was born.
This was a fist so powerful it shattered the air itself; the pale shockwaves and air vibrations underscored its overwhelming force, already surpassing the Martial General Realm.
"Impossible!"
"A Martial General unleashing pale shockwaves?"
Ethan Chen's expression froze for a split second, then his pupils contracted sharply; his previously confident bearing turned grave and cautious.
Clearly.
This disciple of Green Mountain Sect was a Peerless Martial General!
Judging by his age, he was probably around twenty... A Peerless Martial General had suddenly appeared in the contemporary Martial Arts World, and yet Ethan himself hadn't known?
In a flash, he stopped thinking further.
With his mind as steady as a mountain, only boiling fighting spirit remained. Facing crisis, Ethan's lips curled into a smile; he abruptly withdrew both palms.
Mountain‑Stance Art—he entered mastery at will.
His left palm stood upright, while his right fist was drawn back behind him.
In the briefest instant, Ethan responded with the optimal defense, unleashing a technique as heavy as a mountain, forming a hand seal to block the blood-red right fist head-on.
At the moment of impact, a tremendous roar erupted.
Within a hundred meters, the ground trembled; the shockwave, powerful enough to devastate grass and trees, instantly spread over ten meters, forming substantial ripples like a tidal wave.
He blocked it.
He really blocked it.
For some reason, Ethan Chen, who should have been supremely confident, secretly let out a breath of relief. On the surface, however, he appeared calm and composed, and spoke with apparent approval.