CRACK!
A barely perceptible crack.
An ordinary pebble shattered.
The head of the Sixth Grade archer, who was holding a giant bow, exploded, splattering white brain matter and blood through the air.
Tang Wen made a quiet mental note.
He hadn't won so easily because his own power was crushingly superior.
It was because his opponent had been far too careless.
The man thought he was Extraordinary, so he didn't even activate his ability or use his core Fist Technique. He just tried to sneak in for a surprise attack to take him out in one go.
But he never expected that, when it came to close-quarters combat, he was still leagues behind.
If they were both bears, then Tang Wen was at least a mammoth.
They weren't even in the same weight class.
A direct clash of raw strength in close quarters was even more dangerous than an exchange of Fist Techniques.
Ptui!
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
