Immediately, the Masked Guest flew backward like a rag doll.
The ribs in his chest crackled like exploding beans, and he traced a parabola of dozens of meters through the air.
He then slammed heavily onto the water tank behind him, leaving a dent in the stainless steel.
Phoo—
The Masked Guest landed on the ground, spurting a mouthful of blood.
"Huh?"
Fang Cheng retracted his fist, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Although the punch sent the opponent flying, he clearly felt a strange red energy had offset at least half of his force.
Otherwise, with the power of that punch, the upper body of the Masked Guest should have been turned to mush.
That mask has some interesting properties.
But that didn't stop him from continuing to kill.
Among the ruins, the Masked Guest coughed up blood with difficulty, feeling like his internal organs had shifted.
"This... this is a monster..."
He roared wildly in his heart, fear surging up like a tide.
