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In an instant, Shi Xiaobai closed the distance of several dozen meters and arrived by OneHeadShotWithoutExplanation's side. His fist that was ready to strike out was like a swinging hammer. He caused the air to turn turbulent as his fist caused a wind that whistled.

OneHeadShotWithoutExplanation slowly closed his eyes. Under his skull mask, the corner of his mouth suffused a pleased smile.

"Peng!"

That menacing fist struck OneHeadShotWithoutExplanation's shoulder. The collision sound of bone against bone sounded like the collision of two solid pieces of stone.

OneHeadShotWithoutExplanation's body involuntarily quivered a few times, as though he was about to be sent flying by the punch.

However, a moment later, on closer look. OneHeadShotWithoutExplanation's feet still remained rooted to the ground.

"Oh?"

OneHeadShotWithoutExplanation suddenly opened his eyes as his quivering bodying abruptly came to a halt.