Who Are You?

Zen Palm can be said to be Draco's ultimate skill.

He used his own breath to draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body, finally condensing it into the shape of his palm. The power was astonishing, making it impossible for martial artists below the grandmaster level to withstand it.

When Connor saw that gigantic palm, his expression appeared somewhat disdainful.

If this were the previous Connor, he would probably have been overwhelmed by the aura of this palm long ago. But now, the power of this palm was simply negligible to him.

Without hesitation, he punched directly at the palm.

His fist carried a golden light forming a fist seal, heading straight for Draco's palm.

Although his fist didn't seem as imposing as Draco's palm, everyone could still feel its power.

"Could this Connor really be a martial arts grandmaster?"

Tarun couldn't help but mutter quietly.

"Boom!"