"Is that all the strength you have?"
Li Pu chuckled softly and flicked his fingertip.
An invisible force erupted in an instant. Tang San and the other four were struck as though by an invisible mountain, screaming at the same time as they were sent flying like kites with severed strings. They crashed heavily into the muck of the Black Marsh, blood spraying wildly from their mouths.
With a mere casual flick, all five of them had been severely wounded!
Supporting himself on the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Chen struggled out of the mud. His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with utter shock and despair.
He had lived for nearly a century. As a Limit Douluo, he believed that even Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi might not have been able to severely wound him in a single move.
Yet Li Pu had shattered the combined assault of all five of them and gravely injured them with nothing more than a casual flick.
What kind of power was this?!
Tang San lay facedown in the mud, every bone in his body seeming to have shattered, while his meridians throbbed with tearing pain.
He raised his head. His scarlet eyes were filled with unwillingness and venom as he glared at Li Pu, trying to rise again, yet even moving a single finger was incomparably difficult.
Li Pu slowly jumped down from Pachi's back and walked toward Tang San step by step. Looking down at him, he seemed to be looking at an ant struggling on the verge of death.
He lifted his foot and lightly stepped on Tang San's back, pressing him back into the mud. His tone was calm, yet carried the utmost humiliation. "Tang San, look at the state you're in."
"Even if you devoured Da