"Fast, but too weak in terms of offensive power."
If it wasn't for Shi Xiaole, Han Bolin's speed would be enough to make his peers despair. Facing him, even the slightest gap exposed would mean the demise.
What a pity.
Attempting to create a striking visual effect, Shi Xiaole stood still, suddenly compressing an invisible spiritual punch wave, and subsequently smashing it towards Han Bolin's back.
His pupils tightened involuntarily, Han Bolin was secretly surprised at Shi Xiaole's reaction speed. Nevertheless, he himself was not slow either, his body seemed to split into two shadows, abruptly reassembling behind Shi Xiaole.
Right after the two shadows were about to regroup, the second punch shadow promptly appeared, as if it had accurately predicted Han Bolin's position, targeting his vulnerability.
Bang.
Before he could react, Han Bolin, with wide eyes, tumbled backwards until he was about thirty meters away.
"What?"
"What just happened?"
