Peng Fox was forced to step back three steps. On the fourth step, he stomped down with force, just managing to brace himself against a protruding rock, finally stopping his retreat.
The two stood in confrontation, neither giving an inch. Peng Fox gathered his spirits and once again engaged in a fierce Qi battle.
His Qi condensed like steel, seemingly tempered hundreds of times, extremely refined, with a dark sheen flickering at the edge of his palm.
At this moment, it was all a contest of internal Qi, and neither could disengage.
In a Martial Artist duel, momentum is crucial. At crucial junctions, whoever retreats or shows fear is not far from a complete defeat.
"Kid, who are you!? Where did you come from!" shouted Peng Fox in anger.
Li Xian threatened, "Yihetang Manor! These people are the lady's tenant farmers. Do you dare to touch the lady's property? Can you bear the consequences of any losses?"
