HISS…
The hand, already mangled into pulp, was crushed by a tremendous force a second time, turning it into little more than sludge.
Intense physical agony wracked his body.
Beads of sweat dotted Lin Zongwen's pale face. He almost shattered his own teeth, barely suppressing the pathetic urge to scream in pain.
But as he recalled the brief battle, a chill ran down his spine, a wave of lingering fear washing over him.
'Wu Dao is terrifying!'
'He's not a man, he's a Fierce Beast of steel!'
Lin Zongwen had practiced martial arts for many years. With his Harmonious Cultivation, his Fierce Tiger Palm technique was perfected to the point he could be called a Grandmaster. A single palm strike from him could shatter a man of iron.
But when he struck Wu Dao with his full strength...
...it felt like hitting a towering mountain forged from refined steel.
