The masked man in black raised his right hand and swung it down at Gao Fei's head, the force of the palm strike thundering like lightning, its frightful might intimidating.
"Wait!" Gao Fei suddenly shouted, "I still have something to say."
"Crack!"
The masked man's large hand stopped in mid-air, his face darkening as he asked, "What else do you want to say?"
"I'm thinking about a problem."
"What problem?"
"A problem about killing people."
"Killing who?"
"Killing you, of course! Old man, prepare to die!" Gao Fei suddenly produced a large hammer in his hand, raised it high, and smashed it down on the masked man's head.
"Swoosh!"
A shield suddenly appeared in front of the masked man, blocking Gao Fei's hammer.
"Boom!!!"
The hammer struck the shield, sending out a deafening roar.
"Crack!"
