Xu Fan's golden finger energy blast shattered Huang Yechun's black fist shadow, creating a large amount of dust and smoke.
As the dust slowly dissipated, the figures of the two men reappeared in the sight of the onlookers.
Xu Fan stood as before, still in his original place, straight as a javelin, showing no sign of abnormality, his hairstyle still intact, untainted by any dust. His Two Finger Zen pointed diagonally upward, touching the still-suspended, upside-down fist of Huang Yechun, but the latter's state could only be described as "wretched."
Huang Yechun's body trembled violently, his expression one of utter horror, as if he'd seen a ghost. His right arm's sleeve had been blown to countless shreds, with copious amounts of blood flowing; his right hand, clenched into a fist, had fingers splayed with the flesh turned inside out, the bones piercing through the skin and exposed, a gruesome sight to behold.
"This...!"
