"Get lost! I'll beat you to the point you won't be able to take care of yourself for the rest of your life, you little bastard."
Gao Zhuo yelled angrily, punching forward.
Bang!
The fist hit Song Yun's chest with a loud sound.
However, Song Yun stood there, completely motionless, not even a tremor.
Gao Zhuo's full-force punch was like a feather landing on Song Yun, with no effect.
On the other hand, Gao Zhuo's expression changed drastically, showing shock and pain on his face; he felt as if his fist had hit iron, almost breaking his finger bones, aching so much he grimaced. Damn it, is this man made of iron?
Soon after, Song Yun shrugged his shoulders, transferring force to his chest, sending a shock up to Gao Zhuo's arm.
Still in shock, Gao Zhuo felt a huge force transmitted to him, and his expression changed even more.
Crack.
