"If you're gonna come, come at me. The turtle fears the hammer," Compass swelled with pride as his friends praised him.
He patted his chest and gestured for Yang An to have another go.
"Fatty, be careful," Shalman saw this and chuckled softly with a teasing scold.
Hearing that, Compass got even more fired up, he rolled up his sleeves, stood tall and proud, and assumed the classic stance of a bullfighter ready to face the raging bull.
Yang An grunted, his palm shimmered with green light, followed by a sudden shout, he pushed his palm out flatly.
This palm strike seemed light but carried much weight, instantly kicking up dust and rocks from the ground, dazzling and throbbing everyone's eyes, leaving them unable to open.
