The man in the black shirt had just jumped up. There was nowhere to hide. The four thick black snakes on his back were forced to collide hard with the incoming iron pot.
The collision triggered a "boom" blast. The man in the black shirt grunted, spewing blood. The iron pot sent him flying askew. The "iron pot," however, turned a somersault in mid-air and flew back towards the middle-aged man.
The power of this strike was astonishing. Zhang Zhongmou watched and couldn't help but exclaim, "Incredible--"
In fact, this middle-aged man was also a Fourth Order powerhouse. His strength was no less than that of the man in the black shirt. It was merely that he had been ambushed at the beginning, bleeding profusely and losing too much blood, which greatly reduced his strength. Otherwise, it was not certain who would have won.
