Boom!
Shen Yingtian's punch hurtled through the air like a gust of wind slicing through time, making a whooshing sound as it went.
Hua Zide scoffed dismissively and raised his hand to casually grasp it, allying a punch from Shen Yingtian that carried nearly a hundred kilograms of force with effortless ease.
"With your pathetic skill, you think you can harm me?" Hua Zide's face hardened, and his hand turned into a palm, sending Shen Yingtian flying with a single thrust.
Staggering, Shen Yingtian retreated several steps before finally steadying himself.
Crack!
The concrete slab beneath his feet was shattered into seven or eight pieces.
Feeling moisture at the corners of his mouth, Shen Yingtian wiped it with his hand. It was blood.
Nevertheless, Shen Yingtian started to laugh. Before he had unlocked his Death Acupoint, a palm from Hua Zide like this would have seriously injured him. But now, except for a faint pain in his right hand, he still felt strong all over.
