As soon as their palms touched, Su Mo immediately sensed something was wrong.
Just now, even though this suspicion was only a split second, in that instant, he unconsciously restrained his Inner Strength, resulting in the original power of his palm now being less than three-tenths.
Upon contact with that palm, he felt the opponent's force rushing into his meridians, unstoppable and fierce.
He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, stepping back three to five steps in quick succession.
The Inner Strength within him surged forth, instantly dissipating this force within his body into nothingness.
He raised his head to look at the Fourth Shock:
"What a bizarre martial art."
Since venturing into Jianghu, this was the first time Su Mo suffered such a setback.
"Who are you?"
The Fourth Shock looked at Su Mo, astonished:
"How did you end up in the deep in the clouds?"
"..."
For a moment, Su Mo didn't know what to say.
