Destroyer Assault

"Tai... Tai... Tai Chi?!"

Bullseye was utterly shocked.

It was not as though he had never encountered so-called masters of Eastern martial arts, but many of them had died after he flicked a playing card that sliced open their throats.

Some had genuinely been formidable, with powerful physical abilities and martial skill.

Naturally, he had also learned about Tai Chi techniques from Eastern martial arts. This kind of kung fu, sometimes slow as molasses and sometimes swift as thunder, truly had a unique style. Some practitioners had indeed been quite capable, requiring him to use a gun to kill them.

But he had never seen anything like the internal force of Eastern martial arts—something that could erupt from within the body as a massive blast of air, knocking away every playing card, throwing needle, arrow, flying knife, and other projectile he had launched, embedding them straight into the walls.

Could Tai Chi really be trained to such a level?

Then what the hell had those people he shot dead before been?

How could the gap be so vast?

He had even dodged bullets just now.

How could this possibly be something a human body could accomplish?

It actually could be done. He-El had merely used the cavities within his body and his pores, compressing airflow to create the effect of layered air explosions. It looked highly sci-fi, but anyone who could control their body as He-El did could achieve it.

Of course, since no human in this world could reach the limits of bodily control that He-El possessed, He-El was the only one capable of it.

Kingpin stared in stunned disbelief. This no longer resembled mere fist-and-foot martial arts. It was practically science fiction.

Dodging bullets right before his eyes had already been absurd enough.

And now he could even