Just as Zhou Qiang's fist was about to hit the black-robed mysterious figure, the black-robed figure raised his hand unhurriedly.
The skin on the black-robed figure's hand was extremely dry, marked with wrinkles and some age spots.
His hand was almost devoid of flesh, the skin appeared to wrap directly around the bones, thin and slender like small branches; if something heavy were placed on his hand, it seemed it might fracture immediately.
But when Zhou Qiang's fist heavily hit that dry and slender hand, Zhou Qiang immediately felt as if his fist had struck an incredibly hard piece of iron, with a massive rebound force causing immense pain in his hand.
"Damn!" Zhou Qiang instinctively tried to retract his fist, but found he couldn't pull it back!
As he exerted effort to retrieve his fist, he felt a force emanating from the small hand, holding his fist in place, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge it!
