Hui Er, the obese monk, was terrified to the extreme. He felt that the full force of his palm strike had not landed on the body of a living person, but rather on a solid piece of hundred-refined steel.
He watched in horror as his own palm twisted at a bizarre angle, acutely feeling the bones inside shatter inch by inch.
Broken bones even pierced through the skin, revealing themselves.
In the blink of an eye, blood dyed his palm red.
Droplets of crimson blood dripped down to the ground.
Suddenly!
An indescribable pain surged into his mind.
"Hiss ahhhhhhhhh!!" Hui Er frantically grabbed his right palm while screaming miserably, stumbling backwards until he had put some distance between himself and Fan Wu.
He stared at the silhouette of Fan Wu with wide eyes, the severe pain causing veins in his bloodshot eyes to bulge.
