A bronze hand weighing fifty kilograms and sixty centimeters in length, a bit larger than the combined arms of an adult.
Such a bronze hand, now endowed with Wu Xiaode's strength bonus and performing the boxing technique he had painstakingly practiced for over a hundred years—
The Heavy Armored Lion Demon charging at the front was struck in the cheek by a bronze hand.
Crack.
A crisp sound.
The Lion Demon's face was directly smashed, its body tumbling and spinning on the ground.
It tried to rise but staggered and failed to stand several times, eventually collapsing to the ground, convulsing for a while before becoming motionless.
—That punch had turned its cervical vertebrae, facial bones, and brain into a pulp.
This was a straight punch.
A straight punch delivered by Wu Xiaode.
As he threw his punch, a thousand bronze hands swung alongside it, striking out with the same straight punch.
Dense bronze fists, like a rapid storm, pierced through the entire street in one breath.
