"Ow, ow." Huang Mao now lacked even the strength to speak; all he could do was groan intermittently to ease the pain inflicted by Song Yun.
Brother Five was startled and looked at him, thinking to himself how such a slim young man could have such explosive power. Brother Five crouched down and prodded Huang Mao's wound, which elicited a round of complaints from Huang Mao, but deep down, Brother Five felt a chill; oh no, Huang Mao's shoulder and collarbone were completely shattered, and he could no longer feel one of the bones—it was probably crushed into powder.
At this thought, Brother Five's heart started pounding; what kind of terrifying force would it take to do that to Huang Mao's bones, the hardest substance in the body?
