C335 A Strange Skill.
"Impossible! How could this be? How could you, a mere boy, withstand my palm strike?" Forest Old Ghost, looking as if he had seen a ghost, instinctively glanced at the black-robed man. "He's already down for the count, and yet you—a lowly disciple of the Ghost Claw Sect—dare to stand against me?"
He had assumed Feng Chen was being manipulated by the black-robed man
