CRACK!
A crisp sound echoed through the battlefield as Xiao Ming's knuckles popped, a subtle yet undeniable testament to the sheer force behind his earlier strike.
That seemingly simple punch carried nearly eighty percent of his strength—yet it was delivered with such deceptive ease that it appeared almost effortless.
The colossal palm descending from the sky had already been slowed by the impact of Xiao Ming's aura.
Now, with the silhouette of a roaring tiger manifesting from his fist, it was utterly pulverized.
The force of his strike didn't just shatter the attack—it sent an overwhelming shockwave straight toward its caster.
Luo Qing's expression shifted midair, his instincts screaming at him to retreat. But it was too late.
PLOP!
A figure staggered from the sky, his landing chaotic and unstable. His legs trembled as he nearly collapsed to his knees in sheer disarray.
It was none other than Luo Qing.
