One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Wang Xindong let out a cold sneer as the ground exploded with a bang.

A shockwave lifted into the air; the earthen walls on both sides collapsed outward, the dust obscuring the red glow of the setting sun. Carrying the force of ten thousand jun, Wang Xindong threw a punch towards Babek’s brow. This punch was incredibly swift and fierce, breaking the sound barrier with a dragon’s roar and a tiger’s howl; before the afterimage had even dissipated, the dragon-like punch had already landed on Babek.

However, faced with such a ferocious strike, Babek merely flicked his finger forward—

Bang!

The terrifying blow was neutralized.

The air was compressed and exploded, creating a spectacle of white lines.

Wang Xindong’s body flew backwards at an even faster speed, collapsing several buildings in succession. Like a scorching blade, he split a large part of the city in two. Dust billowed up like dragons swirling around, spreading all the way to the end of sight, finally stopping with a "boom" as it struck the city wall.

Babek looked up and yawned, extending his sharp fingers towards the disciples of the Demon Suppression Bureau who wore shocked expressions.

To a demon like him, humans were just such fragile creatures.