Shattered glass lay scattered across the ground, but no one had the time to care.
Just as Zhong Wei's palm struck the glass, Hua Weisheng's body, which had been bent backward to the extreme, suddenly sprang upward, delivering a fierce palm strike toward Zhong Wei's chest.
It could be imagined that Hua Weisheng's strike was undoubtedly made with all his might.
If this strike really landed on Zhong Wei's chest without any reservation, no matter how abnormal Zhong Wei's physique was, she absolutely couldn't endure it—her heart and lungs would definitely shatter.
Seeing this scene, Lan Chen's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
But he couldn't move at all; he couldn't even stand up, so how could he dream of helping Zhong Wei?
Zhong Wei's combat experience was incredibly rich; at this moment her body operated purely on instinct.
