The two black-clothed men who tried to ambush Fang Shuwen held nothing back, unleashing their savage Palm Power—all of which struck their comrade in the chest.
The man's eyes bulged in disbelief. He hadn't died by Fang Shuwen's hand, but by his own comrades'.
The two assailants were filled with rage.
'This guy isn't just a master of Martial Arts who kills without a second thought,' they thought, 'his character is utterly vile.'
'With his level of Martial Arts, he doesn't need to resort to such troublesome methods to kill us.'
'It's like he's just toying with us on purpose.'
But just as the two were about to pull back their hands and regroup, they discovered an immense suction force emanating from their comrade's chest.
They struggled with all their might, but not only could they not retract their hands, their own Inner Strength began pouring out of them like water from a broken dam, flowing ceaselessly into their companion's body.
