"Damn, it's this move again!"
Xu Shu cursed his bad luck.
This special skill, "Meeting Joy," had always given him a massive headache.
This ability was like a special spatial power, creating text armor that had an effect akin to "a world apart within inches."
Every time, it looked like he had genuinely struck, but he just couldn't break through to cause harm.
Previously, in battles during his journey, he had seized the initiative many times, having the chance to take down his opponent.
But in the end, he was always blocked by this absurd skill, just one move short.
To truly hit the opponent, it was necessary to spend time forcibly breaking these characters to pieces.
But now, words were futile, once the punch was thrown, there was no turning back.
Xu Shu roared, a pair of eerie human-faced fists, emitting a faint blue light, appeared on his fists and aimed for "Meeting Joy's" head.
The gloves [Real Combat (Superior)]!
