Qin Bashan was still reeling from shock and disbelief, but Su Yu wasn't about to give him a moment's respite.
'Fierce Ape Cleaves the Mountain!'
Su Yu roared inwardly. He dropped his shoulder and sank his elbow, his foot shattering the ground beneath him. Riding the momentum of his charge, his right fist shot out like a giant siege hammer, aimed straight for the opening in Qin Bashan's guard!
The fourth punch!
The amplification from Hundred Fierce Peaks had now reached forty percent. The power of this punch was as heavy as a mountain—unstoppable!
Before the fist even landed, the gale it generated howled forth like tangible blades. The wind battered the flesh on Qin Bashan's face, making it tremble violently as his expression changed in an instant.
"Get the hell away from me!"
