To quickly deal with Wu Xiaoyu and to show the other warriors in the squads his prowess, Fan Biao roared and attacked Wu Xiaoyu with a thunderous momentum.
His tightly clenched fist was like a large and tough clay pot, producing a vague explosive sound through the air.
Facing the lightning-like fist, Wu Xiaoyu remained calm and composed, showing no intention to dodge or evade.
This made the surrounding warriors gape in shock. Was this kid asking for death? Why didn't he evade?
Without any strength, why pretend? Fan Squadron's punch would likely break a few of his ribs, right?
However, something happened that took everyone by surprise. Just as Fan Biao's fist was about to hit Wu Xiaoyu's abdomen, Wu Xiaoyu gently moved his right foot, shifted his body to the left, and avoided Fan Squadron's attack.
This...
The officers and warriors all widened their eyes in disbelief, some even rubbing their eyes, fearing they had seen it wrong.
