Although he desperately tried to compensate for it later, it was no use.
It was like a flaw in a piece of porcelain—once fired, it was irreversible.
This had become a lingering regret for Qin Zhen, and he never expected Wu Liangchen to point it out so bluntly.
'This man's perception is truly astonishing.'
Qin Zhen's thoughts raced, but he quickly regained his composure. Then he sneered, "Even with a flaw, dealing with you won't be difficult."
With that, Qin Zhen took a step forward. The thick floorboards instantly cracked, and he shot toward Wu Liangchen like a cannonball.
It was a punch devoid of any flourish, containing only the purest form of power and speed.
It even compressed the air, creating a piercing sonic boom.
Earthquake Prison Fist!
Qin Zhen's signature technique, ferocious and unmatched!
Facing this menacing punch, Wu Liangchen's eyes narrowed. Instead of retreating, he advanced, also taking a step forward.
Then he raised his fist to meet the attack!
THUD!
