'He can still move?'
Yin Wugou stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling upon Fang Han, who was struggling to his feet dozens of feet away. A flicker of unconcealable surprise flashed in his eyes.
That last palm strike of his, while not at full strength, had still used 50% of his power.
With his Second Grade Cultivation, a palm strike at 50% power was enough to severely injure even a Martial Artist at the Late Stage of Third Grade.
But Fang Han, at only the Late Stage of Fourth Grade, had actually taken it head-on. Although he was heavily injured, he could still move.
He could see it was all thanks to Fang Han's powerful physical body.
Although he knew from intelligence reports that Fang Han practiced a Body Hardening Technique, he had still underestimated the resilience of his physical defense.
"A very powerful body."
Yin Wugou spoke slowly, his deep, sonorous voice echoing through the silent woods.
