Wu Biao struck both ruthlessly and swiftly, his intention was to take Zhang Xiaoshan's life.
But how could he be faster than Zhang Xiaoshan's sense of danger?
The moment Wu Biao swung the iron shovel, Zhang Xiaoshan simultaneously sensed the peril.
By the time Wu Biao brought the iron shovel smashing down, Zhang Xiaoshan had already turned around.
"Crack."
He raised his hand and firmly grasped the head of the shovel.
"Ah?"
Wu Biao was startled.
He had not expected Zhang Xiaoshan to react so quickly.
And in the next instant, Zhang Xiaoshan took an even more exaggerated action.
His strong hand gripping the shovel began to exert force.
"Crack crack crack."
The thick iron shovel actually started to twist and deform in Zhang Xiaoshan's hands.
"What, what?"
Seeing this, everyone present was dumbfounded.
"This, Zhang Xiaoshan seems so refined, how could he be so strong?"
"Indeed, his pair of large hands could even rival tiger pliers."
"Whoosh."
