Seeing that Qian seemed about to launch an attack, Han did not hesitate at all and decisively chose to strike first.
A burst of hissing rang out.
In an instant, large amounts of steam sprayed from the gaps in his armor.
Not only did it form a dense white mist that blocked Qian's vision, it also created a shock wave to prevent Qian from suddenly closing in.
In addition, the steam had been pumped by his opponent into the armor on his body, granting a tremendous boost to his movement, strength, and speed.
Just like now—almost in an instant, his opponent turned into a crimson afterimage and charged straight at him.
In Qian's field of vision, his opponent's fist grew larger and larger.
This punch had no flourish whatsoever. It simply combined strength and speed to the utmost, Han's signature technique that had made him famous.
It was foreseeable that if this punch landed on him, at the very least, it would be enough to leave him lightly injured.
Light injury might not sound like much, but with Qian's current physical toughness, even a light injury was already quite impressive.
But the crux of the matter was that it had to hit first.
"Not bad explosive power."
Qian gave a light, casual assessment.
Immediately afterward, his figure vanished.
"What?!"
Han's pupils abruptly contracted.
Almost instinctively, he adjusted the spray direction of the Steam Armor, and this punch struck toward the side of his body.
However, his fist still hit empty air.
Qian moved again, appearing on the other side of his body.
That was right. Just now, Qian had not used any fancy ability. He had simply brought out the formidable fleshly body granted to him by his 46 points in the "Physical Constitution" attribute, that was all.
But even