BANG!
Bruce's words were interrupted by a sudden loud boom in his ear, followed by the sight of a huge footprint that kept enlarging in front of him.
Until finally, the footprint slammed into his chest.
"Boom!"
In an instant, Bruce felt the wind whipping past his ears, and his body seemed to have been hit head-on by a speeding train.
All the bones and flesh in his body seemed to be forcibly compressed together by the impact.
"Aaaaaah!"
With a piercing scream, Bruce flew backward like a ragdoll caught in a gale, soaring more than ten meters away, crashing through countless flowers and plants, finally stopped by a cedar tree.
After this ordeal, the previously arrogant Bruce was now covered in blood, clutching his chest like a wounded dog, gasping for air.
Lin Beichen glanced at Bruce lying on the ground like a dead dog and said calmly, "Barbarian is just a barbarian, doesn't understand timing and terrain, given the chance but still chooses the path to death."
