Shi Wengong held his breath and looked up at Fang Zhixing with an expression more serious than ever before.
Crack~
Suddenly, the sound of breaking came from the crab pincer.
Shi Wengong's heart skipped a beat as he looked down at his left arm.
He saw spiderweb-like cracks were spreading from where Fang Zhixing's punch had landed.
"Ah, such heavy fist force!"
Shi Wengong, overcome with both shock and fear, could no longer maintain his composure as his face turned pale and a layer of fine sweat broke out on his forehead.
Despite still being in human form, Fang Zhixing had unleashed a terrifying force of over 150,000 catties.
Who was this person?
"Eh, why is it a crab pincer..."
Fang Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly, a look of confusion appearing on his face.