The Black Hu Warrior likewise threw a punch at Hu Xiaotian. Their fists collided, and a surge of latent power naturally erupted from Hu Xiaotian's dantian, poured into his left arm, and raced into his fist at astonishing speed. He heard the distinct crack of shattering bones. His all-out punch had actually broken the warrior's finger bones, and its remaining force traveled up the bones of the man's arm, snapping his ulna, radius, and humerus in succession.
Although Hu Xiaotian knew his strength had multiplied, he had no accurate sense of how powerful his blows were. That single punch had shattered the bones of his opponent's arm inch by inch, exceeding even his own expectations. An expert! I'm a bloody expert now! With a forceful swing of his right arm, he knocked the man's scimitar aside, then brought his saber down toward the crown of his head. Hu Xiaotian did not intend to go on a killing spree, so he turned the Black-Gold Saber slightly as it descended, striking the man's forehead with the flat of the blade. He had only meant to knock him unconscious, but when the saber landed, there was a thump! The Black Hu Warrior's head burst apart like a watermelon.
Hu Xiaotian was dumbstruck. He had never imagined that holding back would still produce such a result. Had he struck too hard, or had this unlucky Black Hu Warrior's skull been too brittle?
Seeing Hu Xiaotian kill one of their comrades with a single blow, the Black Hu Warriors gaped in terror. By then, Zhou Mo had already charged into their ranks. Like an eagle snatching up a chick, he seized one of the warriors and hurled him away with both arms. The man crashed into a companion who failed to dodge, and both fell