Another Man Falls from the Sky
Editor: Transn
It wasn't until the fist stopped that wind started roaring in the path, disturbing the Qi of Heaven and Earth and dispersing all the fog. The smooth surface of the steep cliff started peeling like forgotten pastry, leaving behind a rain of crumbs as thin as paper.
The fist was incredibly firm without even a hint of a tremble. The joints of his fingers were a faint white, looking like sturdy bamboos amid the wind or even the spherical handle of a steel knife. It was proof of how strong the man was to be able to halt his punch abruptly at the peak of a great momentum while maintaining such stability.
However, the Eldest Brother of the Academy was still stronger.
Eldest Brother looked at the fist calmly without a word.
The middle-aged man gradually bent his elbow, partially withdrawing his fist.
Eldest Brother's gentle eyes fell on the middle-aged man's face.
The latter lowered his head and took a step back in silence.