C274 The Power of the Bone Marrow

"Snap!"

A sharp crack echoed.

Zhang Xuan's fingers deftly caught Zhengxiong's sword between them, and with his other hand, he delivered a slap to Zhengxiong's cheek, leaving a distinct palm print.

Yet, Zhang Xuan had held back his strength. Zhengxiong stumbled back a few paces, largely unharmed.

"How did you manage to break through? Something about your strength doesn't add up