Tang Zheng's powerful kick landed squarely on Alice's chin, producing a sound that sent her head crashing backward at a ninety-degree angle, snapping her neck. Despite this, she remained unharmed, her eyes ablaze with fury as she fixed them on Tang Zheng. Her right hand quickly darted into the vicinity of her apron.
Tang Zheng didn't dare to relax. His left hand grabbed Alice's wrist and yanked her towards him. His right hand, just having released the crossbow, clenched into a fist for the next attack. He twisted his waist and swung his arm, aiming another punch at her temples.
Employing the explosive burst of power, Tang Zheng's strength was now about thirty or so times greater than that of an average adult. His punch, akin to a speeding F1 race car, accompanied by an ear-piercing wind-breaking sound and a trailing afterimage, burst Alice's left eyeball, shattered her flesh and splattered her blood everywhere.
