Chapter 269: The Old Man, the Second Solution, Puppet Master (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_3

```

Anyone who dared to touch the Melting Shield would inevitably get scorched.

However, this opponent was different.

Hogan watched as the old man, with disdain in his eyes, completely disregarded his Melting Shield, as the fist wrapped in Curse Power with a metal-like texture, directly struck his chest.

On the fist, layers of air ripples, like cannonballs leaving the barrel, poured in fiercely.

Like waves, one after another.

In that instant.

Hogan's eyes bulged with blood as he felt the strange strength in the fist turn into dozens of heavy blows that battered his flesh and bones.

It felt like... a volcano submerged underwater, no matter how it erupted, it was suppressed by the endless water pressure.

The Melting Shield, in its fluid state, was supposed to reduce almost all physical and magical impacts. So why was there such intense damage?

This wasn't just suppression on the level of laws.

It was a disparity in the understanding of Martial Arts.