Boom!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Nanfeng's sword finally thrust forward, enveloped with a crushing force intended to annihilate everything, piercing fiercely at Jiang Xiaofan's chest.
Then, a sudden burst of clanging metallic sounds erupted. Jiang Xiaofan neither dodged nor flinched, allowing that sword to strike directly, enduring it with his own flesh and blood, his body swaying slightly yet remaining unharmed.
In contrast, Ye Nanfeng, after striking with his sword, was instead forced back several steps by a powerful counterforce, causing numbness in the tiger's mouth of his right hand.
"Brother Nanfeng, you don't have to be so polite, no need to worry about hurting me," Jiang Xiaofan said with an honest smile, lightly patting his chest, grinning, "Again!"
