CRUMBLE... RUMBLE...
A moment later, the sound of crumbling rock echoed from within the stone wall as Shen Haoran slowly emerged from the deep crater his body had created.
Shen Haoran's face was pale, and a trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. His clothes were tattered by the falling rock, and his face was covered in dust. He looked to be in a sorry state, but the spirited light in his eyes remained undimmed. It seemed Ouyang Feng's previous strike hadn't caused him much actual damage.
"Ptui!" Shen Haoran rubbed his numb arm and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "That Ouyang Feng is the real deal," he grumbled. "He's in a completely different league from Elder Ghost and the others! What a powerful attack!"
Seeing that Shen Haoran was only superficially battered and his aura remained steady, a flash of surprise crossed Ouyang Feng's eyes. 'This kid's resilience is far greater than I imagined,' he thought.
