Boom!
The fist, glowing with faint golden light, exploded in midair, its shattered fragments spraying in every direction.
Although Qin Hao had shattered Du Can's punch with a single sword strike, the flying fist fragments still carried formidable power.
One enormous fist fragment hurtled straight toward the Gray-Robed Man, who was almost within arm's reach.
"Oh no..."
Almost simultaneously, the Gray-Robed Man realized something was wrong. He abruptly snapped out of his shock, only to feel an overwhelming sense of danger well up from the depths of his heart.
One glance was enough for the Gray-Robed Man to spot that enormous fist fragment, and his heart clenched.
Even if Du Can's fist merely grazed him, it would pose an immense threat. And now, even a single fragment of that fist...
Could still kill him without leaving a place to bury his body.
"No! No! I don't want to die! I can't die..."
The Gray-Robed Man's eyes turned bloodshot. He knew he had to dodge it. If he failed, he would die without question.
As for blocking it...
What a joke. Qin Hao had shattered Du Can's fist with a sword strike right in front of him.
And this was far from the only fist fragment flying toward him.
Not only was he incapable of blocking this fragment, but even if he could, the numerous fragments following it were utterly beyond his ability to withstand.
When that happened, he would still be doomed.
"Aah!!!"
The Gray-Robed Man roared, unleashing every last ounce of his potential in an instant. His figure darted frantically as he tried to evade the fist fragment.
Buzz...
Squelch!
The next moment, the Gray-Robed Man staggered. Almost simultaneously, a great cloud of blood burst from his left shoulder.
A small fist fragment had pierced straight through his shoulder.