Upon hearing Tang Liren's words, the corners of Wang Ruoxie's mouth held a faint indifferent smile.
The last blow had indeed left him at a disadvantage, but this did not mean he had no chance of contending with his opponent.
Moreover, the reason he failed to withstand that punch was due to the infusion of the National Fortune into his opponent's punch, though it was only a sliver, it greatly amplified its power.
It could only be said that he underestimated Tang Liren, not expecting him to possess such means, which was why he hadn't used his full strength.
For the battle to come, he would undoubtedly give it his all.
Without uttering a word of rebuttal, Wang Ruoxie's figure flickered forward, the sword in his hand blossoming with dazzling sword light as he slashed at Tang Liren.
"Emperor's Divine Fist, Fist Town Sheji."
Seeing Wang Ruoxie initiate an attack, Tang Liren's eyes revealed a cold smile.
