Xingyi, Drilling Fist.
Luke Cage's skin could withstand bullets at close range, and his defense was truly astonishing.
Xingyi discards the spear for the fist, and Hong Fei used water to break steel, seeking the intent of drilling through.
The winding flow of one breath is meticulous and reaches everywhere.
Luke's skin was strong enough, but his internal organs were much worse.
Drilling Fist bypassed his skin to fire "bullets" directly into his internal organs.
Right now, Luke sat slumped on the ground, feeling as if a long spear had been thrust into his chest, and also as if raging flames had suddenly risen, burning every nerve and cell of his in excruciating agony.
His black face turned red and scorching hot in the blink of an eye, and a breath was stifled within his chest cavity, unable to be exhaled. It looked as though he was about to be suffocated to death by pain alive.
Matt hurriedly poked forward with his blind cane, pressing on Luke's abdomen with one hand to stroke and massage gently, while his back was patted slowly with the other hand.
After this cycle lasted for as long as half a minute, Luke, whose limbs were numb and stiff, finally let out a long, turbid breath.
Then Matt laid him flat on the ground, leaving him to breathe greedily and rapidly.
His chest heaved rapidly. With each wisps of breath going in and out, Luke always felt as if sharp steel blades were cutting through his chest. The pain made his veins bulge, his eyeballs protrude, and beast-like roars echoed in his throat.
Listening to the commotion made by Luke, a look of unbearable pity appeared on Matt's face.
"I said it, just me, fighting both of you one-on-one."
Hearing this, Matt immediately frowned, the