Human Dollar
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Han Sen lifted his own palm as he faced-off against Mister Ji.
The maid behind Mister Ji smiled and looked on with disdain. She thought to herself, "This person is arrogant. He thinks he is so great just for killing a few centaurs. He's actually using his own palm against the master, pah! How dare he think he can compete with the Sky-Demon Sutra."
As she thought this, both palms collided. And because the power was equalized, they were both sent reeling back.
Han Sen knew this would happen, but Mister Ji wasn't prepared. It looked as if he couldn't believe it.
The maid's eyes and mouth opened wide, and she screamed. "How is that possible!"
"Do you still mean what you said?" Han Sen calmly asked Mister Ji. That calm was only on the surface, though.
After that strike, he knew he had just gone up against Falsified-Sky powers.