Fang Cheng slowly retracted his right fist.
Golden flames danced on his knuckles, instantly vaporizing a few drops of contaminated blood.
The entire fist regained its cleanliness, to prevent the infection of unimaginable viruses and unexpected hazards.
Then, he looked down at his feet.
Due to exerting too much force earlier, the scorched ground had a shallow pit less than half a meter in diameter.
"Still too small."
Fang Cheng shook his wrist, feeling the physical restraint of this world, and muttered softly:
"If in the original world... the shock wave from this punch would have at least plowed half a street."
He made a joke with himself.
He looked up towards the wall cavity crushed by the giant beast's corpse and walked over.
Through the wall hole, the mutant monster's remains were slumped like mud amidst a pile of debris.
Fang Cheng squatted down, his gaze sweeping over the carcass resembling a skinned hunting dog, covered in an exoskeleton.
