บท 643: As A Messenger, You Overestimate Yourself!

"Boom!"

The entire hall shook intently and the few tables jumped five inches to the air. In that instant, Reece's body phased through the wind, moving with insane speed that left numerous after images in midair. 

In the blink of an eye, he had arrived behind the intruder like an apparition. His palm spread out wide like a five inch thick titanium lead as he slapped downwards. 

The air beneath his palm compressed and the ground caved in with a deep palm print dent digging through the floor without even touching it yet. This was the power of a genius of the dojo. Without using any external strength like his force or genetic power, his strength had surpassed the realm of Meteor and has almost reached the Cosmos level. 

Just when the thickened palm was about to slap into the head of the stranger, the hands immediately stopped as though some sort of invisible grip was holding it, preventing it from moving a single centimeter downwards.