Two pieces of shattered bone shot straight into the brows of two men.
"You've been watching for so long, isn't it a bit late to run now?" Jiang Shu snorted lightly as he shot out the last piece of shattered bone.
Like a fierce tiger, he lashed out with a single claw.
Jiang Shu suddenly seized a short, middle-aged man in the crowd by the shoulder.
"Uchiyama Shinabu? Time to die!"
Jiang Shu immediately recognized the middle-aged man as Uchiyama Shinabu, one of the top-ranking grandmasters among Fusang's ten great masters.
But what of it? To him now, Uchiyama Shinabu and Makita Haruhiko were fundamentally no different. Are ants distinguished by size?
With a single pinch, sinews and bones were crushed to pieces.
Uchiyama Shinabu's face was a mask of sheer terror.
He had initially come intending to suppress and kill Jiang Shu, to show the Fusang martial artists that Karate was the supreme martial art, and Aikido merely fancy tricks.
