Igaris obviously couldn't use any flashy abilities he had, so he had to impress the old man using only his raw strength and special eyes.
Keeping that in mind, Igaris suddenly threw a punch without any warning.
Elder Hao didn't take the attack seriously.
He casually raised his palm to block it, thinking it would be child's play.
But—
"Huh?"
His eyes widened the next moment as his palm was swatted away like a fly. As a veteran Martial Warrior, he wasn't hurt, but the force and speed behind the punch were far beyond his expectations.
Stepping back by reflex, he looked at Yuhan in a new light.
"You've improved, brat. But this is still not enough to convince me. You don't have a Martial Core. Without it, you can't become a true Martial Warrior," he said coldly as he launched a series of rapid finger strikes at Igaris.
The old man's attacks were terrifying, each infused with Qi — part of his Martial Art Style: Thousand Fingers.
Igaris didn't move.
