In this era where everyone practiced martial arts, Tan Tianxiong actually knew some ancient martial arts techniques, but his strength was only at the fourth level of martial arts.
Therefore, although he had the intent to stop Grandmaster Meng, he was completely powerless to do so.
Crack!
With a fierce index finger, Grandmaster Meng's strike hit Xiao Chen's chest without any obstruction, immediately followed by a crisp sound, like the noise of bones being shattered.
"Pitiful!"
Han Feng sneered continuously, assuming naturally that Xiao Chen's heart meridian had been shattered by Grandmaster Meng.
But very soon, his smile stiffened upon his face.
Because Xiao Chen, after taking the heavy blow, didn't step back, nor did he fall, but stood there with an indifferent expression.
On the contrary, it was Grandmaster Meng who, after several seconds of stunned silence, suddenly twisted in pain, clutching his right hand and stepping back.
"My finger, you..."
