Slain in three punches

Xu Wuyi did not dodge.

He stepped forward with his right foot, stamping a deep footprint into the rock beneath him. His right fist shot out from his waist to meet the Feather Emperor's aged fist.

He used ordinary strength for this punch, without Break.

The two fists collided in midair.

The space around the point of impact warped violently. There was no sound, because the air had been blasted into a vacuum at the instant of collision.

Then a shock wave spread outward from the impact, lifting the rubble at the bottom of the crater and driving it in every direction like a circular wall.

The cracks in the rock walls widened continuously, and the entire crater collapsed another layer under the shock wave's vibrations.

After the collision, the Feather Emperor swayed.

An almost imperceptible flicker passed through his slit pupils. He had put nearly eighty percent of his strength into that punch, enhanced by his laws compressing space. Even Frostwing and Furywind together might not have been able to take it head-on.

But Xu Wuyi had.

And he had done it with ordinary strength.

Xu Wuyi's fist pressed against the Feather Emperor's knuckles, a pale blue glow flowing slowly beneath his bronze skin. His expression was calm, his breathing even, his heartbeat steady.

During that collision, his Order Laws had automatically analyzed the Feather Emperor's laws. Their core was force-field distortion: suppression, compression, and amplification achieved by altering the structure of force fields in space.

These laws bore some resemblance to Charles's punching power, but were more sophisticated by far.

Charles's punches relied on the pure stacking of strength. The Feather Emperor's force-field distortion added a layer of spatial leverage on top of that strength.

The same amount of strength delivered by the Feather Emperor would produce at