"Bang... bang bang...!"
The storm of destruction continued.
Even though all of Buckingham Palace had been reduced to dust, and the aftershocks of the explosions had brought down the surrounding buildings, leaving the already heavily damaged area cracked, shattered, and collapsed as though it had suffered a massive earthquake, the destruction was still sweeping onward. It made one wonder whether London itself was about to split away from England and sink into the sea.
That was no exaggeration.
The destruction capable of wiping the entire surrounding area off England's map was the power of that single blow.
Even more terrifyingly, that attack had seemed impossible to evade and had struck its target head-on.
Thus, amid that storm of destruction, Fang Li's body was sent flying like a cannonball.
"Bang—!"
The ground cracked beneath his feet.
Fang Li staggered onto the ground after being blasted out from the center of the destruction. His feet scraped across the earth, plowing through the already devastated surface and tossing brown dirt and stones into the air.
"Cough...!"
A mouthful of blood slipped from Fang Li's lips.
Excruciating pain coursed through his entire body.
Fang Li involuntarily clutched his chest. Ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, he stared fixedly toward the center of the devastation.
From there came a voice that sounded both surprised and displeased.
"After taking one of my attacks, you still haven't fallen? Did I make a mistake adjusting the power?"
In other words, the reason for this outcome lay with himself, not with Fang Li's efforts.
It was a statement that utterly denied his opponent's strength.
That was the meaning behind Right Fire's words.
But Right Fire had every right to say such things.
"As expected, taming this wild horse with the abilities of a mere human still