Your Fists Are Too Strong

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The bones all over Feng Kaixuan's body was emitting crackling noises as if they were fireworks, his teeth clattering.

"What!"

Cai Yu was greatly surprised. He was hesitating whether or not he should interject, but then Li Yao let go of Feng Kaixuan's hand and extended it toward him.

Cai Yu sniffed. Brutality suddenly shone in his eyes, as he extended his right hand, too.

He had made full preparations. Veins were bulging on his right hand, and electric arcs were vaguely dancing among his fingers!

The two hands grasped each other slowly but surely.

The electric arcs among Cai Yu's fingers were crushed as if they were several ants.

Cai Yu grunted. The skin all over his body suddenly turned blood-red. His eyeballs protruded out and were soon occupied by the exponentially growing streaks of blood.