Boom!
The air cannon slammed into the target mercilessly.
The violent airwave shook the trees in the garden wildly, leaves flying.
Fatty Hu raised his arms at the critical moment, crossing them to protect his head and face.
The high-pressure airflow struck his arm muscles, emitting sounds like hammering iron.
Forcing this two-meter-tall man back, his feet plowing the ground, sliding back half a meter.
"Hiss—damn it hurts!"
As the dust cleared, Fatty Hu shook his reddened forearm and cursed.
Yet besides the reddened skin, he had not a single wound.
Hai Pig, having just dashed into the bushes, turned back and almost bulged his eyes out upon seeing this.
Another physical enhancer?!
In the past, as a noble control system mutant, he despised those brutes who only flaunted raw strength.
But after tonight's brutal slaughter and witnessing Fang Cheng turning a domain into rubble with pure fists.
He now had a severe psychological shadow of such muscle-bound men.
