Ji Xinghe asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Ma Yi still stood tall and proud, "General, hit me a few more times. With just one hit, I can boast about it for ten years. I want to boast for a lifetime."
Ji Xinghe nodded slightly and continued to flick his fingers gently.
Pop pop pop...
When eight consecutive crisp sounds were emitted, thanks to Su He's precise control of the camera, over two thousand people saw eight more holes appear on Ma Yi's chest.
It was a display of martial strength that stunned everyone, as well as a blessing.
Ma Yi was so excited he was almost faint, but the identity of a soldier and the strong inner heart brought about by his dream of becoming a Sergeant kept him standing upright.
Only the fervor in his eyes could melt ice and snow.
"This is the limit of Universe Strength, gathering all one's strength at a single point and then exploding it, achieving the limit of striking an inch in the air."