"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts so much!"
Little Frio screamed in pain, his face contorted in agony, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it.
To an ordinary person, he was a terrifying master who was like a superman. However, when his body was crippled by Michael's kick, his performance was no different from that of an ordinary person.
Yohannes and the other men present felt their hearts skip a beat.
Any man would inevitably feel his scalp go numb when he saw such a horrible scene.
"You're courting death!"
The old man's expression froze. Then, like an enraged mad lion, he charged at Michael like a bolt of lightning. He struck out with his palm, stirring up a gust of wind. The series of sonic booms caused people's eardrums to ache.
It was obvious that he had only struck out with one palm, but it was like a thousand-handed statuette. Countless palm shadows seemed to burst forth like a flooding river, rushing toward Michael.
Michael calmly threw a punch!
Boom!