Infiltration
"Artillery fire! Get down!"
The police belatedly let out a strange cry and threw themselves to the ground as one.
The burly men who had been arrested remained standing there foolishly, some of them even still walking toward the hotel.
A small white figure hesitating in the distance was so frightened that it squeezed out a few drops of foul-smelling liquid before scrambling into the depths of the woods, disappearing in no time.
The "Hundred Step Divine Fist" Old Grandmaster He's jaw nearly hit the ground.
But he refused to believe that an artillery shell had been fired. He had seen it clearly—it had been the invisible force of Little Yu'er's punch. Besides, who would dare set up guns and artillery in the heart of Huaxia? Were they looking to die?
"Th-the Hundred Step Divine Fist?"
This was the Hundred Step Divine Fist!
It was even several degrees more overbearing than when he used it himself. That invisible punch was practically indistinguishable from a real artillery strike.
The large tree more than ten paces away had died on the spot. All that remained, still rooted in the ground, was a stump barely five feet tall. It definitely wouldn't survive.
If it did that to a tree, what would happen if it hit a person?
It might not be enough to go head-to-head with a tank, but it should be more than enough to take on an infantry fighting vehicle, right?!
"Eh?!"
Little Yu'er stared at the remaining stump with its exposed, pale-white splintered surface, then looked at her own fist. She simply couldn't believe that she had been the one to unleash that punch.
What terrifying power!
Senior Sister had finally managed to scare herself witless. Her little face turned deathly pale once again.
When Gang Qi comparable to