Chapter 49: The Disheveled Hu Jiantao

"Kid, are you ready to meet your maker?"

Master Long scoffed coldly and, without waiting for Chen Feng to respond, he charged straight at him.

His movements were graceful, distinctly different from the other fighters.

What struck at Chen Feng wasn't a fist, but an Iron Sand Palm.

"Whoosh!"

However, this weighty palm strike was effortlessly parried by Chen Feng with just one hand.

"Hmm?" Master Long narrowed his eyes, a tumult of shock rising in his heart.

He was an eighth-dan expert in visible strength who had practiced the Iron Sand Palm for twenty years; a single palm strike of his wielded at least five hundred kilograms of force, insurmountable by any man.

But not only did Chen Feng block it, he appeared to do so with ease, without breaking a sweat.

Chen Feng chuckled and said, "Is this the best you can do, and yet you claim to be the number one martial artist of Jiangzhou Martial Arts Festival? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at for overestimating yourself?"