Shen Yulin was ready to enjoy the pleasure of his prey's broken ribs and the complete collapse of his chest.
This incomparable pleasure always reminded him of when he was young, personally driving a large shield machine to rush through the deepest rock layers, using a high-frequency vibration tunneling system to blast the rock into powder.
It was simply the most wonderful feeling in the world.
However, the satisfying feeling that he had expected did not come.
His fist was like a meteorite surrounded by electric arcs. After tearing through the atmosphere, he plunged into the deep sea. He did not even cause the slightest ripple.
It was as if Shen Yulin had punched cotton. It was indescribably uncomfortable.
No, it was not cotton but steel that was wrapped in cotton.
His punch that was as fast as lightning was casually grabbed by his "prey"!
"This..."
Shen Yulin felt his hair stand on end. He could not believe his eyes.