The strong wind that swept out almost caused the needles flying towards them to become a little unstable. The man from the Rock Scorpion race had his hair blown back. Even the muscles on his face twitched violently under the violent wind. He couldn't control it.
His pupils constricted.
Astonishment surged into his heart. There was only one thought in the Rock Scorpion man's mind—Why was this fellow's strength even more terrifying?
Just as the fist mark was about to reach him, a frightening sense of threat pulled him back to his senses. He didn't have the time to think carefully before he let out a roar.
"Roar… Rock Scorpion Fist!"
The man from the Rock Scorpion race executed his fist battle technique too. It turned into a terrifying fist mark and the shadow of Red Scorpion appeared behind him. The power of the small world was added to it. It was majestic!
"Eternal level fist skill!" Wang Teng had a sudden thought.
