The fist hammered into the Divine Armor's chest, where the vibrant feathers of the Phoenix King appeared soft yet were extraordinarily sturdy. Each plume was like a razor blade, injuring Hook Chen, and the force from the Divine Armor, having dissipated eighty percent of its strength, plunged into Wang Chan's chest. This caused the Saint Child's eyes to instantly fill with blood vessels as if they were about to burst, with jets of blood spurting out from his mouth, nose, and ears.
That was the first punch!
Before the right fist could retract, the left swung out like a rushing dragon emerging from the sea, howling as it rushed towards Wang Chan's lower abdomen. If this punch landed, Wang Chan would have no strength left to fight back; the fight would be over.
The fist moved inch by inch closer to Wang Chan's lower abdomen, nearly making contact when a talisman appeared between the fist and his right rib. A bizarre-looking Corpse Refiner emerged, blocking this punch for Wang Chan.
