"Tsk tsk, little human whelp. I'll let you have the first move. If you wait for me to strike, you might just end up as a pile of meat paste," the Bull Demon King laughed, his voice full of arrogance and contempt.
Luo Zijie was a prodigy of the Ancient Academy. Just walking on campus was enough to cause a stir and fervent discussion. When had he ever been subjected to such disrespect? With a single motion, he thrust out his palm. The force of the strike caused a series of explosive cracks in the air as it landed cleanly on the Bull Demon King's body.
The Bull Demon King took the palm strike without so much as swaying. "Little human whelp, what are you doing?" he said, dissatisfied. "Put some muscle into it. Are you not even trying?"
This was blatant contempt.
Luo Zijie sucked in a sharp breath, his face turning ashen. His own palm strike, landing on his opponent's physical body, had felt like it hit nothing at all.
