บท 101: Battling a Fourth-grade Martial Artist

Boom!

The air exploded.

The silver-black translucent fist carrying 150,000 catties of strength collided with Shi Zhibang's Split Eagle Claw imprint.

Bam!

The two forces clashed head-on, producing a dull sound that echoed in the corridor.

Shi Zhibang, who was filled with killing intent, felt his right hand go numb and lost all feeling thereafter. Then, intense pain spread from his arm and entered his brain, making his face twitch and his body tremble.

At the same time, he heard the cracking sounds of bones breaking.

Ta! Ta! Ta!

Shi Zhibang who couldn't stop himself from repeatedly stepping back saw a bloody mist wrapping around his upper body when he sobered up in shock.

The bloody mist came from his right arm.