The answer to Su Chen was.
A fist!
Just a fist!
Without any nonsense, Wen Rou's beautiful eyes flashed, like thunder and lightning coursing through them. Her entire being suddenly became fierce by billions of times, as if possessed by a Martial God. The seemingly delicate body suddenly contained the Power of Heaven and Earth.
The strength shook with awe, the air suffocating, Mysterious Qi fluctuated. Raising her hand, the fist trembled slightly, resonating millions of times in an instant, gathering momentum to the extreme. The force of the fist roared, as if a giant beast swallowing the sky was howling, the Fist Intent was pure, enveloped in a Fist Seal, forming a tiny point that flickered like a falling star, heading straight for Su Chen.
This punch, was not simple.
Not only was the control of the fist force as precise as a thread, but even more importantly, Wen Rou had condensed the Fist Seal to the size of a needle's eye.