Han Muye's Business (2)

With a single punch, the tremendous force was gradually dissipated.

When that fist reached He Yangsun's chest, it had already lost all its strength.

"Hiss—

"Why is this defensive power so strong?"

"It's not just defensive power, but the skill in employing defensive techniques is too exquisite!"

Around them, voices of admiration filled the air.

Many people looked astonished.

"Phew, that was close. I thought this Young Master He wouldn't even be able to withstand a single punch from the Battle Puppet," the girl in green whispered as she patted her chest.

Beside her, the girl in the floral dress bit her lip, her eyes sparkling.

"Hmph—" Xu Shuang, seeing his punch blocked, snorted coldly and growled, "Let's see how many punches you can block!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the puppet gathered strength again, striking with a punch.