A Hard Blow on The Enemy

Ao Zu's eyes grew cold. Ignoring the mark on its claw—which was now scintillating in golden light—Ao Zu went for Shi Mu's head, possibly aiming to crush the man with brute force the same it did to the crystal skeleton from before.

Shi Mu sneered at its attempt. Not even going to dodge it, he balled his ablaze left hand into a swinging fist.

A white mirage of a fist about half-foot large and unnaturally corporeal-looking sprang from his motion, which left a series of popping sounds on its path while the air particles twisted and vibrated.

Bang!

The two attacks met together in the middle, erupting into a racket not unlike a muffled thunder. Then, at the very next second, a clear "snap!" rose above the din.

Ao Zu's gigantic body was flying backward over ten-odd yard away, a large, chilling cavity spotted in the middle of its talons as flesh and blood spurted out from the wound.