This punch carried the short, fat man's formidable power. If it landed, Mu Bingling stood no chance of survival!
But just as the punch was about to land, a dark figure flashed past as silently as a specter in the night...
TCH...
An almost inaudible tearing sound came from the short, fat man's elbow. The Primordial Power erupting from his fist instantly dissipated, as if a tsunami-ravaged coastline had fallen abruptly silent. The short, fat man and Mu Bingling both froze. The atmosphere was utterly bizarre.
"Huh?"
His savage laughter died in his throat. The short, fat man stared at his own powerful fist in utter bewilderment. But as he stood there in confusion, a wave of excruciating pain shot through him.
"ARGH!!!"
A blood-curdling scream ripped from his lips as large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. He moved to clutch the source of the pain, only to discover that a part of his arm was gone!
