In an instant, Shi Xiaobai closed the distance of several dozen meters and arrived by OneHeadShotWithoutExplanation's side. His fist that was ready to strike out was like a swinging hammer. He caused the air to turn turbulent as his fist caused a wind that whistled.
OneHeadShotWithoutExplanation slowly closed his eyes. Under his skull mask, the corner of his mouth suffused a pleased smile.
"Peng!"
That menacing fist struck OneHeadShotWithoutExplanation's shoulder. The collision sound of bone against bone sounded like the collision of two solid pieces of stone.
OneHeadShotWithoutExplanation's body involuntarily quivered a few times, as though he was about to be sent flying by the punch.
However, a moment later, on closer look. OneHeadShotWithoutExplanation's feet still remained rooted to the ground.
"Oh?"
OneHeadShotWithoutExplanation suddenly opened his eyes as his quivering bodying abruptly came to a halt.
