Meanwhile, Lei Ping, who was nearby, used every ounce of willpower to stop himself from bursting into laughter. His lips twitched uncontrollably as he held it in.
"I refuse to believe this thing is unbreakable!" Jiang Hong cursed. He had completely forgotten that the goal was to open the box, not destroy it. But now, frustration had taken over—he no longer cared. Not even Wang Ming had ever made him this mad.
"Iron Shattering Fist!" Jiang Hong roared as spiritual energy surged through his body. He activated his fist technique, clenching his hand tightly as a metallic hue enveloped his fist. With a loud shout, he struck the wooden box with full force.
"Ahhhh… fuck… damn this box!" Jiang Hong cursed loudly. Instead of the box breaking, it was his fist that took the damage. It felt like he'd punched a solid iron wall—his fist throbbed in pain and was bleeding.
