The enraged man hadn't used any techniques; it was merely a blow struck with pure physical strength, pure violence. And that power was enough to kill a human, or at least render them unconscious. With such a heavy hit, his enemy had no reason not to fall. The young man should have been dead already.
"Heh... Your punches and kicks... don't even hurt as much as a college girl's!"
"...!"
Defying all logic.
An extraordinary event that should not be occurring.
The silver-haired youth, covered in scars, who should have already been dead, whose arms used to muster strength were both broken, an enemy who should not have any power left to resist.
Stood up once again.
Xu Junyi couldn't help but yell, "You have no chance of winning!"
"Is that so."
"You've lost!"
"Is that so."
"After all this, why do you still stand in my way!!"
He looked as if a single breath of wind would knock him over, as if even taking his next breath was becoming difficult.
