Viscount Luke's strength was not to be underestimated, with one punch, the air exploded with a bang, and the power was astonishing.
Benjamin and Belante behind him were both dumbstruck; they hadn't expected Luke to be such a formidable fighter.
At that moment, Luke used seventy percent of his combat power. In his view, that was more than enough to deal with Chen Yang.
In the eyes of Benjamin and Belante, Luke's punch would have killed Chen Yang or at least stripped a layer of his skin if it connected.
But then.
The next moment.
Boom.
Luke's fate was no different from Benjamin's.
Before his fist could fully extend, he was sent flying by a kick from Chen Yang, crashing to the ground in a sorry state.
"Ah!"
Luke clutched his abdomen, feeling intense pain as if his internal organs were shattered.
Seeing this, both Benjamin and Belante were flabbergasted.
Although Luke was strong, he was still no match for Chen Yang.
