Huh?
Suddenly, Luo Chen's expression twisted. His pupils contracted, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand. Looking up, he only managed to catch a blood-gold afterimage, radiating a savage aura.
It moved with extreme speed, yet it didn't stir the slightest breeze. It was as if it had appeared before him with a single step. A fist like a thunderclap came smashing toward his face, preceded by a suffocating heat that felt as if all the air had been sucked away.
'How can he be so much stronger than Qin Tianlin?' Luo Chen was aghast. He had used Qin Tianlin as a benchmark and thought he could handle this with ease. But right from the start, Su Chen had given him a huge surprise.
Luo Chen scrambled to react, raising an arm to block. Su Chen's fist, accompanied by a muffled crack, slammed into his forearm. An immense force washed over him, sending him flying backward.
