"Don't... don't come over here." Seeing Xiao Qiang advancing towards him, Li Dahai stepped backward, yelping in panic. He was genuinely scared. He knew the abilities of his four underlings; the weakest among them was a Fourth Grade Martial Artist, and the strongest was Sixth Grade. Yet these men had been no match for Xiao Qiang, which terrified Li Dahai.
"Is this what fear feels like?" Xiao Qiang mocked, watching Li Dahai with curiosity.
A look of absolute horror spread across Li Dahai's face. He was just about to speak when Xiao Qiang's calm voice rang out, "It's too late."
In the next moment, Xiao Qiang's figure vanished only to be replaced by a crisp sound, followed by Li Dahai's agonising screams echoing throughout the room.
When Xiao Qiang reappeared, Li Dahai was lying on the floor, his wrist twisted into an unnatural shape, clearly broken by Xiao Qiang's ruthless methods.
"This is called the bone-displacing palm technique. Consider your arm useless."
