"Then you... better watch closely."
Without even turning his head, the Principal casually threw a punch into the air, leaving Feng Shixing stunned on the spot for quite a while.
Having witnessed the turbulent vast sea, he hardly feared the rapidly flowing creek.
At this moment, to Feng Shixing, Chu Liang was that creek, a furious python showing its fangs and claws, but compared to that sky-opening punch, it seemed like a lively little bug.
Summoning his Spiritual Power, Feng Shixing clashed his fists together, tearing the python apart as if it were a tiger and a leopard, creating spiritual waves of power that made his clothes flutter violently.
Physical cultivators might have various shortcomings, but in terms of speed and fluidity of movement, they surpass spiritual cultivators by no small margin.
What seemed to spiritual cultivators as a swift and sudden sneak attack appeared dreadfully slow in the eyes of a physical cultivator.
