The air between the dropping iron fist and Meng Shan’s raised weapon tightly packed with an ear-splitting sonic boom.
KABOOOOOOOM.
A blast wave of displaced air pressure blasted outward in a fifty-yard radius, blowing the hats from fifty men’s heads and shattering every leftover glass window in the block.
The ten-ton cast-iron fist slammed dead-center into the flat striking face of Meng Shan’s four-hundred-pound iron slab.
For one hundredth of a second, time seemed to freeze.
Inside Lin Ke’s Divine Sea, his Tian Fu profiler lit up with blinding real-time tracking data.
The first impact wave hit Meng Shan’s breastplate.
The copper-iron composite plate twisted by half an inch, mushrooming around the edges to widen the contact surface.
