As soon as he finished speaking, the young man charged directly forward, swinging a punch at Lu Zheng's face.
Lu Zheng only felt the figure flash before him, the speed wasn't fast, yet there was an intangible sense of pressure imposed upon him.
This aura was weak, barely perceptible, and most would likely think it was due to the opponent's speed being too quick for them to dodge.
What's going on?
Lu Zheng's eyes shifted, reaching out to meet the young man's punch.
"Bang!"
The young man stumbled back five steps, his arm numb, yet Lu Zheng was even more astounded for he hadn't tapped into his Martial Artist's Blood Qi, and he was pushed back two steps.
He had to wonder, with a few strands of the Light of Fortune enhancing his constitution, not many ordinary people should have been able to overpower him by sheer strength alone.
This young man appeared slim and weak, yet how did he possess such strength, was it divine power by nature?
"Again!"
