Win in Two Stances

Woooosh!!!

Ah!!!

The tavern leader's face turned pale when he saw Zheng-Fu's faint, translucent punch. Even highly skilled martial masters at the fifth level of the Divine Emperor stage couldn't clearly see it. It was as if the fist moved too fast to be visible to the naked eye.

But in reality, the translucent punch wasn't fast at all. It moved forward at a normal speed like an ordinary person walking, now nearing the young man.

The young man, full of contempt and disdain for Zheng-Fu, thought that punching the air was absurd. However, his arrogant expression suddenly changed as he felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

Augh!!!

The young man staggered back several steps, blood gushing from his mouth. He had no idea what had hit him. The audience, who had been laughing and mocking Zheng-Fu, suddenly fell silent.

"What… what just happened?"

"How… how did Young Master get hurt!?"

"Was that air punch actually one of his skills?"