In the dark room of the Aerial Fortress, three Arbiters, each having received a blow, were wailing incessantly, lying on the ground vomiting blood, not knowing how many ribs had been broken.
One of them even had a collapsed chest; if it weren't for the high medical capabilities in the Inner World, he probably wouldn't have survived.
That palm strike just now was really too heavy, almost a full-strength strike of an A-Class Superhuman, and it was just a bare hand. If a weapon had been used, perhaps all three Arbiters would have died on the spot.
The key point was that the strike was too sudden.
This was the Storm Fortress after all; who would have thought they could receive an unprovoked strike in the core area?
There was no defense!
At this moment, the Arbiter Elders felt immensely grateful for the difficulty of pronouncing Chinese.
