"Cough, cough!"
Evil Disaster spat out a mouthful of blood. "W-What...?"
He fell to the ground and raised a hand in disbelief. His palm was completely twisted, with a bloody hole punched through its center, straight from palm to back of hand.
The force had not diminished in the slightest, sending him crashing into the wall and breaking several bones.
What tremendous strength.
Moreover, the force had been controlled with exquisite precision, concentrating every bit of power on him—just enough not to kill him, yet enough to leave him utterly unable to bear it.
A little more force, and he might have died on the spot.
A little less, and he might not have understood the gap between them.
That was right—the gap.
Compared to how he felt when facing Calamity, Evil Disaster could at least sense how strong Calamity was and where his limits lay.
Though he still could not defeat him, Evil Disaster believed that he would reach that realm someday. He was merely late to it.
As long as he stepped into that realm as well, he believed the gap between him and Calamity would not be so great.
But after taking Shen Yu's blow...
Evil Disaster could not sense the other man's limits at all.
The other man had merely thrown out a casual strike without using his full strength, and he had already lost.
Evil Disaster could not even say that Shen Yu had gone easy on him.
Because if Shen Yu had not held back, a single punch would probably have been enough to kill him.
He had only wanted to see how far Shen Yu had grown. He had not come here seeking death.
Evil Disaster's expression was complicated. "You... just what exactly...?"
This time, he felt that Shen Yu had become far