Boom!!
In the mountain and forest area, another metallic punch smashed out.
The force field light shield protecting Uncle Liu completely shattered, a powerful impact crashing into the chest, and the metal armor under the gentleman suit dented several inches, revealing the elderly figure plowing the ground with both legs, breaking several green trees once more, and sliding out for more than ten meters.
"Cough cough..."
Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, the meticulously groomed gray-white hair slightly messy.
Uncle Liu clutched his chest with his right palm, his face pale, cold sweat sliding down, staring determinedly at the silver-gray metal figure slowly retracting its fist, walking toward him.
"Old fool."
"An old bag of bones still coming out to die."
With a mocking look, Glass Steel's blue eyes overlook indifferently.
Zhong Yan approached like a hunter capturing prey, continually stirring the other's psyche.
