Li sneered. The aura around him circulated, and in an instant, the force he exerted increased by several times over. The reason he had been unwilling to strike with all his strength before was because he feared the collateral damage from a single punch would be too vast. A physical powerhouse at Li's level, if he struck without restraint, could probably blast away half of Badlia City.
Yet even as Li brought down such tremendous force, he failed to crush the clone's fist in one blow. His mouth fell open slightly, as though he found it unbelievable. Where his hands met the clone's, a layer of white light was continuously blocking Li's strength. Whenever Li increased his force even slightly, that white light increased its power accordingly.
Shaka merely sneered and said slowly, "Enough, Mr. August—or rather, Mr. Li. There is no need for you to keep trying. Your senses have already been sealed, and we have absolute defense protecting us. So you can only stand there and take a beating..."
Li sighed softly and instantly took a step back. That retreat caught Shaka off guard. He had thought Li would continue struggling against his clone, but though Li had taken a step back, he showed no intention of retreating. In the next instant, he lunged forward fiercely. Li's speed was terrifyingly fast. A golden light flashed inexplicably across his body, and in an instant, a phantom formed behind him.
It was a bizarre divine statue with three faces and six arms. Its three faces respectively bore expressions of indifference, mockery, and compassion, while its six hands held six magical implements of different forms. Yet those implements were merely a sensation; no matter how one tried to see them clearly, it was absolutely impossible.
The moment Li charged forward again,