"Boom!"
Another crazy collision of iron fist against iron fist!
Dao Lang, with his natural divine power, saw Wang Hao use the most foolish method to clash with him head-on and was elated, inwardly cursing Wang Hao as a simple-minded SB with underdeveloped limbs.
However, after the collision, it was crystal clear who the real SB was.
In an instant, the smug sneer on Dao Lang's lips disappeared without a trace, replaced by disbelief and pain that he dared not acknowledge.
Dao Lang, enduring the excruciating pain of his possibly shattered arm, held on for half a minute before finally buckling under the burden, retreating step by step with a stagger.
Wang Hao raised an eyebrow and said, "Brother, you're no match for me. It's better to step down gracefully, after all, a bone injury takes a hundred days to heal!"
