After his palm struck Shen Zhou's face, it suddenly burst open, and blood splattered everywhere.
Drip, drip, drop; the table was instantly covered.
Hei Dalong gritted his teeth, retracted his hand, and looked at Shen Zhou with disbelief.
Cheers erupted around them:
"This Mr. Shen really is more formidable. When he hits his opponent, nothing happens to either of them, but when his opponent hits him, his opponent's hand ends up injured like that!"
"If we say Mr. Shen's earlier strike on Mr. Hei was like hitting air, then Mr. Hei's strike on him was like hitting an iron wall!"
"Damn, does such tough skin and a head really exist in this world? I feel like even a chopping knife couldn't cut through!"
...
Indeed, although Hei Dalong's palm was severely damaged, Shen Zhou's face was unscathed, not a single hair out of place.
It was as if he hadn't been slapped at all and remained unperturbed.
