C772 Rolling

A fist came flying at him.

It was ordinary and ordinary, but it was precisely this calm fist which was not the least bit gaudy. Pure physical strength was like a volcano hidden at the bottom of the sea, preventing any movement.

His fist danced.

He did not know that the bamboo in the bamboo forest had been broken by the wind.

It made a slight sound.

The entire hillside was shaking