Wang Anfeng took in the expressions of the two people, his own expression unchanging, yet inwardly he secretly relaxed, repeatedly thinking it was fortunate, fortunate.
A man knows his own affairs best; this old man probably thought his martial arts were indeed unfathomable and effortlessly resolved the probing. But in fact, this moment of adaptability had already used his true masterful skill, just barely managing to avoid showing any flaw.
Just now, taking that move head-on left Wang Anfeng's own meridians with slight aching pain, truly unable to bear the massive Qi mechanism that surged forward during the Yin-Yang transition.
It's known among martial artists' cultivation that the further one progresses, the greater the differences become; Fifth Rank and Fourth Rank are already worlds apart.
