309 Spirit Imprint 4yr

Translator: Vicky_Editor: Vicky_

Jun Wulei said that he would make a move, and he really made the move. The pupils of Mo Wen's eyes slightly constricted while his body stiffened slightly. However, he was not nervous, and his concentration was more focused than before. At the same time, his fist struck towards Jun Wulei's palm.
When the fist collided with the palm, an invisible power spread outward. Mo Wen's body retreated seven to eight steps in a row before he stabilized himself.
As for Jun Wulei, he stood in his original position without moving a bit, but his shoulders seemed to shake slightly.
After one stroke, neither of them made any more moves. Mo Wen curled his lips and fixed his eyes on Jun Wulei while holding his ground.
While exchanging blows just now, Mo Wen already knew that Jun Wulei indeed couldn't do anything to him. The injury he sustained was more serious than he had imagined. Although Jun Wulei was injured and was not his match, he was still unable to kill him.
"You have some capabilities. No wo