The Stone Fall Fist: fists like falling stones, strikes like shooting stars. Its intent was awe-inspiring and utterly relentless.
Having landed a successful blow, Lin Hao didn't pause. His movements were swift and fierce, like a flood dragon bursting from the sea, as he lunged at the next man.
A Martial Artist at the Third Layer of Blood Coagulation Realm had been blown to pieces by a single punch. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, the guards would have dismissed it as an impossible fantasy.
This sudden turn of events stunned them into a second of inaction.
And in that single second, Lin Hao's fist arrived.
The man under attack was scared witless. He wanted to retreat but was horrified to find that his opponent's aura had locked firmly onto him.
As if possessed, he repeated the exact same move as the first man.
CLANG!
Unsurprisingly, the broadsword, forged from tempered steel, shattered into innumerable fragments. He, too, exploded and died.
