Chapter 685: Um, Miss, You've Got the Wrong Person
"Hehe, you've got enough power, but your speed is still too slow, kid. You need to go back and practice some more," the man chuckled with a hehe.
"Go to hell!"
As Phantom retreated rapidly, her ghostly figure suddenly attacked again, with a fist clad in black gloves whooshing toward the man's face.
His body leaned slightly forward, a boundless power surging into his fist.
If she had landed a solid punch, the man's face would have shattered instantly.
The whistling of the power-filled wind continued to tremble through the air.
The man didn't seem anxious at all; on the contrary, he looked completely at ease. As the fist neared his nose, his hand, as fast as lightning, jabbed towards the woman's armpit.
Pop.
The woman hardly even saw it coming before the intense pain in her armpit almost made her scream.
Her body recoiled, her feet scraping long furrows in the ground.
