Before Liu Madman had finished speaking, he suddenly sprang into motion.
In an instant, his skeletal body erupted with terrifying speed utterly at odds with his appearance.
Like a fully drawn bowstring suddenly released, he shot toward Shen Que like an arrow loosed from the bow.
He clenched his right fist, gathering a layer of pale golden martial dao law over his knuckles.
That layer of law wrapped his finger bones like a thin metallic plating, turning his gaunt fist into a golden iron hammer.
"But a madman is a madman. A madman doesn't need a good name. A madman only needs to..."
"Fight!"
He unleashed a punch, simple to the extreme, without any flourish or variation-just a straight thrust forward.
Yet that punch contained an exceptionally pure martial dao law. Wherever his fist passed, the air compressed into a solid wall.
It was as though his fist were pushing a transparent shield forward, crushing everything in its path.
Before the wind of his punch arrived, its terrifying pressure had already sent the reddish-brown fur on Shen Que's chest streaming wildly backward, like a wheat field swept by a gale.
As Liu Madman's fist advanced, the golden law coating it continued to gather, compress, and shine, turning his fist into an ever-brighter golden star.
Shen Que's blood-red pupils contracted slightly. He dared not be careless.
Underestimate a mighty fighter based on his appearance?
That would be utterly foolish.
How could someone capable of standing here be a simple opponent?
Too frail to withstand a gust of wind?
That was merely a passing thought.
"Well struck."
He suddenly stamped his right foot down, anchoring his twenty-foot-tall body firmly in place like a mountain.
At the same time, he raised his right hand and spread five fingers as thick as iron rods,