I ducked under a punch that was aimed at my head from the Body Cultivator, he was pretty much a dozen or more meters away but I wasn't about to take any chances even if he struck empty air.
And I was right in doing so, the blow he struck which seemed to be like he was throwing an empty punch, ruptured the air itself and struck a shockwave that went rippling through space itself.
"Good reflexes, most wouldn't even bother dodging," he said.
"I suppose that most who don't dodge, die," I said.
"And even those who do, die," he said as he threw another one, then another, then as if his fist were Gatling Guns, he threw in so many more that everything in the vicinity was obliterated.
My Golden Scripture clone barely was able to dive under some rubble and roll away from the impact of the punches, if I was hit even indirectly this clone would be blown apart and that would be a problem on its own.
