บท 947: The Capital Wants to Kill Little Fool!

The man in tatters was Tony Hercules!

He was severely injured and stood up trembling. He didn't die from the little fool's punch?

He was probably on his deathbed!

The little fool's punch had broken all eight of his extraordinary meridians and even his heart meridian. His vitality had been scattered by the punch, and no one could save him.

"Stop!" Milia cried out involuntarily.

"Too late!"

Braydon Neal raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Tony in the pit. He shook his head gently, indicating that it was hopeless.

Dominic Lowe, Kieran Normand, and the others were dumbfounded!

It wasn't because the little fool had killed Tony with a single punch.

Instead, it was the martial art technique that Luke Yates had just used, which was called the Foolish Fist.

Was this the Foolish Fist?

It was clearly the Son of Heaven's Nine Strikes!

There were only two people who knew that combat technique.