This punch left Xiao Jing somewhat bewildered.
Because, theoretically, at the level of the Haki Immortal, their moves should be capable of swallowing clouds and exhaling the sun, overturning rivers and seas.
It all starts with a slap on the forehead, and then a colorful cloud three thousand miles overhead.
Then a slow-motion left hand wave conjures a three-hundred-mile-high Dongqi Pearl Tower, while a slow-motion right hand wave summons a boundless Sword Array like a giant plate of chicken.
Finally, a swing of the hips, and out comes the Earth Sea needle, not yet as heavy as a steel coil.
When the fight begins, the world changes colors, and what color the sky becomes depends on the colors of the clouds over the fighting duo's heads: whether red, green, or as tacky as trash.
Of course, even like this, it's just ordinary, merely the realm of brick-throwing among common experts.
