Bab 101: Chapter101-Rain of Meteors

Quincy's strike was executed with precision and efficiency, the culmination of a lifetime of experience.

It took him six hundred and seventy-three years to reach the grandmaster-tier, during which he had slain over ten thousand creatures of various races.

This move, honed through relentless practice, was unstoppable.

His palm strike cut through the demon ape's head as easily as a red-hot blade through butter.

The demon ape's head was just like a block of butter – smooth and offering no resistance.

Quincy was immensely satisfied with his killing technique, certain that whether artificial or natural, the head was always the weak point of any creature.

However, the headless demon ape staggered only a couple of steps and didn't fall.

It reached out, picked up its own head, and firmly pressed it back onto its neck.