With a single jab, his finger moved with a wild, unrestrained grace, striking the center of Yu Huang's palm at an impossible speed.
Piercing the surface with a single point!
Yu Huang felt a sharp pain in his palm. The force from his strike—enough to pulverize a ten-meter boulder—was shattered by Zhao Xuanqi's single finger. His own power dissipated in an instant, like air rushing from a punctured balloon.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!
He staggered back several steps. A distinct red dot had appeared on his palm, and it rapidly swelled and spread until half his hand was a sickening shade of black and blue—the result of ruptured blood vessels and muscle, now pooling with blood.
Worse, he could clearly feel that the bones in his hand, bones as hard as steel, had actually fractured from the blow.
What?!
Yu Huang's rugged face was a mask of utter shock. In a single exchange, his technique had been shattered and he'd been injured!
