The fist broke.

No, to be more precise, it was the wrist that broke. The entire fist of the Undying Emperor maintained a clenched fist pose, but it was torn apart irregularly from the wrist by a tremendous force and fell to the ground.

Clearly, even this fist felt helpless.

After all, the target it was required to strike exceeded its capabilities, bearing a weight that a fist should not bear.

Even middle school students know that the force is mutual. Since the opponent couldn't move, then it was up to me to break it myself.

Xia Qingqing sat behind like a duck, blinked her eyes somewhat awkwardly, feeling that something was not quite right.

Using his face to break the fist of such a monster, and not even tilting his neck...

This superhuman's defense was already so powerful that it reached a terrifying level she couldn't comprehend.

The only thing she could be certain of was that he was extremely tough, to an extent rarely seen in the world.

She definitely didn't want to try it herself.@@novelbin@@

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