"Amitabha!" Kongkong softly chanted a Buddhist mantra, sidestepping the attack with a swift move, raising his palm to strike the opponent's forehead!
Snap!
A sound of bone cracking echoed; in an instant, the previously arrogant guy was now collapsing on the ground, his skull shattered by Kongkong's palm!
For a moment, it was as if a mute button had been pressed in the room, and silence reigned!
A master, undoubtedly a master!
Uncle Wang looked at his fallen subordinate, then at Kongkong standing there with a calm expression, and this thought immediately surged in his mind!
This was an opponent whose strength might not be any less than his!
Thinking of this, Uncle Wang was horrified to death. Could it be that even in a small place like Nanjiang City, there were Sixth Grade masters?
Uncle Wang was shocked by his own thought. Sixth Grade masters, since when could they appear in such small places?
