"Ha!"
The man in gray, seeing Yang Ge seizing him and apparently intending to engage in a scrappy fight like a shameless ruffian, had a smile creep across his face that grew increasingly fierce. The look he gave Yang Ge was one of undisguised mockery.
Yang Ge was also smiling.
Smiling, he raised his right hand slowly into a fist, shook it at the man in gray, and then hammered a punch into his abdomen.
The man in gray, suppressing the urge to burst into loud laughter, swept his left hand down in a palming motion, seemingly catching Yang Ge's fist with effortless ease.
But...
"Bang."
Yang Ge's fist, together with the man in gray's palm, simultaneously struck his abdomen.
A terrifying brute force, weighing over a thousand jin, caused the man in gray's eyes to bulge out violently. He felt his intestines twisting into knots, and his body suddenly went limp, unable to muster any strength at all.
Compared to Inner Strength, which could be hard or soft, far-reaching or close-up,
