THUD!
Niu Dalei's clay pot-sized fist landed gently on Su Xuan's chest. It was so light it only managed to flatten a wrinkle on his shirt.
"I really meant for you to use all your strength!" Su Xuan's face fell. "I've been working out recently!"
Left with no other choice, Niu Dalei took a deep breath, steadied his stance, and slammed his fist hard into Su Xuan's chest.
THUMP!
Su Xuan took a step back and rubbed his chest.
It hurts a little! This physique really isn't up to his standards! It absolutely needs to be strengthened significantly! Looks like he had to hurry up with the deliveries to get the system upgraded as soon as possible!
"Brother Su Xuan, did you only ask me to hit you because you know I'm quitting and you want a way to remember me?" Niu Dalei asked in his deep, rumbling voice, rubbing his knuckles.
He was also inwardly surprised. He had no idea how Su Xuan trained; that punch had felt like hitting a block of wood, and the rebound force was immense.
