093 Qi and Blood Churning

"Power vs. Power."

"Collision vs. Block."

No fancy moves, no tricks, just pure frontal crash, the shockwave instantly detonated, sending Li Wei and Adams flying backward due to the recoil.

Adams fell to the ground, Li Wei staggered.

Neither was any better off.

Even though Adams was completely suppressed, twisting like a ballet dancer, totally losing his balance, Li Wei, who remained standing, was not faring much better.

His entire left hand numb, the surging force so intense that even the football cradled in his right arm began to violently tumble and roll, his chest boiling with blood, his knees trembling as if drunk, his steps floating mid-air, shaky, with centrifugal force pulling his body outward.

But still.

In the chaotic whirl of the wind, Li Wei did not give up, kept thrusting his feet down, kept squatting, trying to regain his center of gravity and balance, tightly grasping the direction.

Step. Step, step, step.