Poison Bomb

"So strong!"

Everyone was shocked. Looking at Shu Wulang's punch, they were all shocked. This monster was

indeed a monster. His strength was definitely not something to brag about.

With a punch, the fist energy shot out and condensed into a substance. The air vibrated. This kind

of power was almost no less than that of some human warriors who were born with divine strength.Even a huge rock would be smashed into powder.

However, Shu Wulang's original body was a weasel. He was not good at strength, but such a

casual punch had such tyrannical power. One could totally imagine how terrifying his opponent was.

It was no wonder that Shu Wulang had defeated many elite students before.

"Too weak."

Xia Ping took a step forward. His whole body vibrated. Qigong revolved, and a tyrannical Qigong

burst out from his fist. It was as if a divine dragon had descended, and a series of explosions

occurred around his body.

Dong!