Before the fist arrived, the sheer force of its wind was enough to make Lin Sheng's breath catch in his throat and his cheeks sting with pain.
"Young Master Mo…"
Lin Sheng was scared witless. He only managed to cry out half a plea before the gale swallowed his words.
He didn't dare hesitate for a second longer, hastily making a move to counter.
"Hyaa!"
Lin Sheng let out a strange cry as he threw his body backward. He simultaneously crossed his arms in front of him in a defensive block, attempting to redirect the force and retreat.
But it was too late. Mo Ziyu's fist was upon him.
BANG—!!!
A dull thud, loud enough to make one's heart stop, exploded across the ring.
Before Mo Ziyu's Fist Force, Lin Sheng's seemingly sturdy cross-block was as fragile as rotted wood.
The moment they connected, an indescribable, colossal force slammed into his arms.
CRACK! CRACK!
Two sharp, grating cracks of bone breaking echoed almost simultaneously.
"Argh—!"
