He had never expected Chen Fei's punch to be so astonishingly powerful. It descended like Mount Tai pressing down, viciously striking his palms and causing his entire body to tremble violently. An unnatural redness flushed his cheeks, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Not only that, but Chen Fei followed up with a vicious stomp. With a thunderous roar, the ground caved in, forming a three-meter-wide, pitch-black pit that emitted a chilling smoke.
DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.
The sound echoed through the silent, cold canyon, creating an atmosphere that could likely suffocate an ordinary person and make it hard to breathe.
"You…" Old Howard glanced at his throbbing shoulder. The sight of the crimson blood made his pupils shrink, and his lips quivered, unable to form words.
Clearly, he had never expected Chen Fei to possess such incredible strength. A single exchange was all it took to injure him!
Most importantly, his opponent had only used his fists.
