The wall shattered, showering concrete fragments everywhere. The rebar mesh within was deeply bent and caved in, with Ishikawa Yu's entire body embedded in the wall.
Blood gushed from his mouth, his aura dim and faint. A violent, churning pain wracked his body, leaving him unable to muster a shred of strength.
Profound disbelief filled his eyes.
One palm strike! Just a single palm strike!
He had already ignored the damage to his body, unleashing every Secret Technique he had—short of the Forbidden Secret Technique—to push his power to its absolute limit.
'And yet, despite all that, I was still grievously wounded by a single palm strike from Yi Beidou?'
This wasn't because Ishikawa Yu was too weak. As a veteran of the Saint Realm and a remnant of Japan's Twelve Martial Saints—an existence who had survived from the Age of Chaos until now—there was no way he could be considered weak.
It was because Yi Beidou's current state was simply too overwhelmingly powerful.
