"Ha! You want to see my fist, come."
A low shout reverberated, shaking heaven and earth.
The golden Qi-Blood surged to the sky, filling the space above and below like a tide, everywhere in all directions.
The unparalleled Fistful Intent began to emerge, solidifying the very space around it.
The blood-stained palm lifted, changing nearly ten thousand times in the blink of an eye, each change representing the pinnacle of a technique, the crystallization of his boxing skill.
Beast roars burst forth from the Qi-Blood, leaping out with a golden radiance, landing on his arm.
Groaning, he exerted all his strength to push the punch forward.
The space within a hundred miles instantly shattered, revealing a deep, pitch-black abyss.
The radiant fist light, the only source of light in the void, smashed down upon the Barbarian Tribe with a thunderous impact.
Even before the fist could get close, the Barbarian Tribe died in droves.
