"Oh? You're actually not dead yet?"
Looking at Ghost Scythe standing back up, Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He was very aware of the weight behind his punch just now.
The Kirin Arm was charged, combined with the support of the Domineering Body state, along with the terrifying kinetic energy that broke the sound barrier.
Not to mention a person, even a fully loaded heavy truck would be blown into pieces in an instant.
The opponent was not only not dead, but there wasn't even a noticeable penetration wound.
Fang Cheng lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the charred black marks left on his fist.
Then he looked up, gazing at the blood-colored eye on Ghost Scythe's forehead, thoughtfully:
"I see."
"First were the consecutive explosions nearby, then the violent explosion downstairs..."
Thoughts raced through his mind, a sharp gleam flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.
