Chapter 924

With a single move, Steven struck downward. The sound that echoed was like a mountain collapsing, and the air split under the force of the blow. It carried the weight of a thousand pounds. "Something's wrong!" Clinton's eyes widened in terror as his instincts screamed danger. His hair stood on end, and he scrambled to dodge. However, he had charged too fast and too recklessly—there was no time to evade. There was a loud crash. The slap landed squarely on Clinton's face with a metallic clang. His bronze, metal-like complexion contorted grotesquely. A mix of shattered teeth and blood sprayed into the air as his entire body was hurled backward by the immense force. He crashed face-first to the ground with a deafening thud. Even with his renowned iron-body technique, the asphalt cracked under the impact, and the cracks spidered out from where he landed. "What a waste of time," Steven muttered with a shake of his head. Ryan stood frozen, unable to process what he had just witnessed.