Han Sen's eyes were filled with murder, and he threw a punch towards Naga. His powerful fist did not look special, at all. But the power he had gathered up in that one thrown fist was enough to sunder an alloy battleship.
A fight seemed unavoidable, so Han Sen thought he should be the one to get the first punch in.
Naga coldly laughed and threw a punch back towards Han Sen, not wanting to retreat.
Pang!
Both fists collided, and although neither of them had exhausted the full extent of their powers, the shockwave was enough to blow up the alloy wall in the room.
Han Sen did not move. Ji Yanran stood behind Han Sen unaffected, clutching Littleflower.
Naga's body stumbled backwards a fair bit, which resulted in him tumbling into an alloy wall and bringing it down on himself.
"Han Sen's demi-god name is real. His fitness is like a gemstone demi-god!" Naga stood up from the metallic debris with blood smeared across his face.
