But by this time, it was already too late to dodge. Su Changkong's punch, like a roaring deep-sea vortex that was launched later but arrived sooner, brought with it layers of whirling and howling, and furiously smashed into Zhong Yue's chest.
"Bang!!"
With a dull thud, Zhong Yue flew back faster than he came, resembling a cannonball. The center of his chest, where the punch landed, had shattered bones, and the entire chest caved in, forming a spiral-shaped depression.
He heavily crashed onto the ground, leaving behind a long trail on the icy surface, appearing extremely disheveled.
"Very good... very good indeed!"
Zhong Yue struggled to his feet from the ground, his chest cavity punch mark gradually returning to its original form. His eyes were sharply focused on Su Changkong, filled with both shock and a killing intent!