The brawny youth's face was completely twisted together, contorted with endless pain.
Bang!
Marshall Morgan's fist, a terrifying force surged in, erupting with a bang.
The brawny youth's fist shattered like tofu.
"Ah ah ah!"
The brawny youth frantically retreated, letting out a hysterical scream.
Both of them delivered a punch, but the shattered fist was not Marshall Morgan's, but his own.
"Now, prepare to die!"
Marshall Morgan's gaze was icy, stepping towards the brawny youth with large strides.
"Ah, what are you doing? What are you going to do?"
The brawny youth screamed like a frightened girl, all his arrogance from earlier gone.
At this moment, his heart was filled with terror, Marshall Morgan's physical strength was beyond his imagination, definitely above Sixth Grade.
Not yet at the level of Martial King, yet his physical body had reached Sixth Grade—how did he train to this level?
"What am I going to do? Didn't you hear? Send you on your way."
