"Weak, truly weak." Jiang Chi sneered at the corners of his mouth, "I only used thirty percent of my strength, and you can't handle it?"
Compared to the calm and composed Jiang Chi.
The three great experts of the Extreme Fist Sect lay opposite him.
Great Elder Zhou Bufeng had already fallen with no combat power, Sect Leader Wei Youdao, and the old Sect Leader were breathing heavily, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths, their faces pale.
This was the damage caused by the external force and shock during the violent confrontation!
Martial Artists, unlike Martial Artists, don't have True Strength to protect them, which can offset the vast external force and shock brought by weapons, they can only rely on their bodies to endure.
But the gap between Martial Artists and Martial Artists is not limited to this.
Jiang Chi flashed, his body as light as a flying swallow, easily swayed in front of the old Sect Leader of the Extreme Fist Sect.
"Die."
