Qin Hao's fist stopped about a foot in front of Li Yuan.
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Li Yuan suddenly clenched his hand, unleashing a ferocious strength—enough to win a wrestling match with a military instructor. The force slammed into Qin Hao's fist. Li Yuan's power was immense. He was tall and strong, played basketball frequently, and with the enhancements from his rebirth, he was comparable to a professional athlete.
This powerful grip made a sickening CRACK as Qin Hao's muscles and bones ground against each other.
"It hurts, it hurts! Let go of me!"
"Let go of me, you bastard!"
The intense pain made Qin Hao scream. His face went deathly pale, and his body bent and trembled uncontrollably.
Li Yuan sneered, his iron grip still fiercely clamped around Qin Hao's fist as his cold gaze fixed on him.
[Damn, what is Mr. Qin doing? He throws the first punch only to get shut down immediately? Did he mess with the wrong person?]
