Sirius Devouring Star Art

Lin Ming struck with both hands, alternating left and right like a raging storm, lightning-fast as he slapped Tuoba Xiong's already swollen face more than a dozen times with crisp, resounding blows!

The rapid slaps crackled like firecrackers during New Year, one after another without end. Against the dead-silent battlefield, they sounded especially piercing and shocking!

Tuoba Xiong was slapped senseless, seeing stars as his ears rang. He spun wildly in place like a top, unable to tell east from west, let alone strike back!

He desperately wanted to resist and block, but Lin Ming was simply too fast—so fast that he could not react at all, so fast that his mind and body had completely fallen out of sync!

Every time he raised his hand, every attempt he made to defend himself, struck nothing but empty air. He could only watch helplessly as those iron-forged palms landed solidly and mercilessly on his face, leaving behind swollen red handprints!

"Y-you... you..." Tuoba Xiong's speech was slurred and incoherent. His cheeks had swelled high, making him look like an over-fermented pig's head. Even his eyes had been squeezed into narrow slits, filled with terror, confusion, and the faint edge of a breakdown.

He could not understand it! Why? Why was this man's speed so absurdly fast?

So fast that he, a genius on the Microcosm Ranking at the Fourth Layer of the Tenth Tier, did not even have time to react or make a defensive move?! This completely defied common sense!

Lin Ming finally stopped. Looking at Tuoba Xiong, who had been slapped beyond recognition and now resembled a pig's head, he spoke calmly, though his tone carried a contempt and mockery that sank deep into the bone.

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached every person's ears across