"Then feast your eyes on this!" Tang Zhong's voice rang out.
Blood Hand's eyes widened in disbelief. His Stone Fist had completely slammed into the ground, supposedly reducing Tang Zhong to rubble. How could such a thing happen?
But hearing Tang Zhong's voice meant that the other man hadn't died. This was impossible; he had to ensure Tang Zhong's death.
He was just about to raise his fist, then strike down again.
But at that moment, he saw his fist below lighting up with an intense red glow, as if it could explode at any time.
And with it came a wave of pain. It's important to note that his fists were made of stone; since birth, they had never felt pain before.
That was his natural ability, born with stone fists right from the womb. He had never experienced pain, not even once, as he grew up.
"No, this is absolutely impossible!" Blood Hand roared.
