With his physical condition, he could not withstand it head-on and was sent flying by that punch.
Crash! Bang!
The skinny man's huge body smashed into a fruit shop, then crashed through the store. Ding-ding-clang! Countless things were knocked over. Then, with a muffled thud, his head struck the watermelons, shattering them and splattering him with pulp.
"What?"
The short man was startled and hurriedly tried to retreat, his hand quickly reaching into his weapon pouch.
Bang.
The short man had barely moved. Before his foot could take a step and before his hand could draw a weapon, a figure lunged at him, and a large hand clamped directly around his throat!
"Ugh... urgh..."
With his neck seized, the thin man only felt that massive hand was incredibly powerful, making it difficult for him to breathe. His strength vanished at once, leaving him with nothing but feeble resistance.
Because the owner of that large hand stood with his back to the sun, his face was obscured by the light. However, he was no fool and naturally knew who that hand belonged to.
Who exactly was he? How could he be so strong?
Mirai's strength gave the thin man an incomparable sense of helplessness. He had a feeling that this was merely the other party's casual state!
The thin man felt that if the other party wanted to kill them, then within three seconds, any one of them—or all of them—could be killed!
"Who is this person? He knows my name and possesses such immense strength. Could he be someone my age who used the Transformation Technique to take on this appearance?"
Chen Baojun frowned, hesitated for a moment, and glanced at his disciple.
At that moment, his disciple was staring blankly at Mirai, as though he had seen something utterly