Zhou Cong was a tough man, but he clutched his injured wrist without a sound, his face as pale as paper. A look of sheer horror crossed his features.
This "Goutui" was truly formidable. With a simple squeeze, he had crushed a metal door handle into a lump of scrap metal, and he hadn't even seemed to use much force. It was an astonishing display of grip strength.
Even Chen Zhezhe, who had remained on the sidelines, changed his expression. "This guy has incredible strength."
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