"Not much!"
As the words fell, Xue An shot into the sky like a cannonball, throwing a punch at the blue-faced man.
This punch was without any embellishments, only filled with endless power and destruction.
But facing such a punch, the blue-faced man did not even try to dodge, standing there smiling.
Not until the fist wind was upon him did he suddenly grin broadly.
This grin split his mask to the back of his ears, revealing a mouth full of sharp white teeth.
"Good timing!"
With that, he opened his mouth wide, turning it into a maw, occupying his entire face.
Immediately after, a scarlet long tongue shot out from his maw, just in time to meet the incoming fist.
No sound, only countless sprays of water.
Then Xue An quickly retreated, a strange expression appearing on his face.
There was disgust, but more so was gravity.
He felt as if his punch had hit a wall of flesh, slippery and sticky.
