The turn of events surprised the martial artists who were at the scene. They glared at Fade fiercely and barked through gritted teeth.
"Bold fanatic, how dare you do that to Master Song!"
"What an arrogant guy. Get down to your knees now," a man yelled.
"Ignorant kid! How dare you do that in front of Master Song, you are courting death," one of them mocked.
Amidst the commotion, Maxwell felt Fade's palm on his shoulder. Maxwell's face sank. With a cold expression, he said, "Remove your hand."
As he spoke, Maxwell readjusted his energy and began to stand up. He was angry.
However, Maxwell had only managed to rise a little when Fade pressed him down hard with his right hand. Suddenly, Maxwell felt a huge force coming towards him.
It was a force that Maxwell couldn't resist at all. He was forced to sit back down on the chair.
"I have said, you should sit down!" Fade repeated.
Fade's words were indifferent, but the strength from his palm made Maxwell feel an unquestionable sense of oppression.
"You..." Maxwell gritted his teeth and stared at Fade. At the same time, he tried to break free from Fade's palm, "Remove your hand."
Maxwell shook his body, and a wave of energy burst out from him, as he tried to shake Fade's palm away.
However, when his energy hit fiercely on Fade's palm, it had no effect on Fade at all.
"This, how could it be..." Maxwell was shocked. He was a little surprised with the situation.
At this time, Fade's face had turned cold. He shook his head disappointedly and said, "I've told you to stop moving. Otherwise, I will not be so polite anymore."
After saying that, Fade lifted his palm slightly, and then patted it down on Maxwell's shoulder again.
It was only a simple move, but Maxwell's expression changed drastically. His body began to tremble.
This was because he felt a strong force pressing down on his shoulder. He couldn't bear it and bent over involuntarily.
Maxwell gritted his teeth and used all his strength in a desperate attempt to resist Fade's oppression.
The martial artists around them expected to see Maxwell teach Fade a lesson. Instead, they witnessed how Fade had held Maxwell down on the chair with a palm, and Maxwell could barely move.
They were dumbfounded.
In an instant, someone urged curiously.
"Master Song, why don't you make a move yet?"
"This kid is too arrogant, Master Song, you have to teach him a lesson," said another man.
"You arrogant man, take your palm off Master Song's shoulder now," someone demanded.
In the midst of all the noise, Maxwell's cheeks grew redder and he looked terrible.
In the end, Maxwell couldn't withstand the huge force. The solid wooden chair that he was sitting on was crushed abruptly. Maxwell stumbled and sat on the ground, his cheeks flushed. A strand of blood could be seen from the corner of his mouth.
Everyone was petrified.
"Master Song, are you all right!"
"Kid, what did you do to Master Song?"
"How dare you..." Someone yelled.
The other martial artists were shouting. Some couldn't help but dash towards Fade.
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