Zhao Tiezhu did not answer the question. His fingers were trembling, and he kept his hands behind his back.
If his strength had not improved drastically in the last two days, he would not have been able to pose a real threat to the man, even after finding his "soft spot." Although the man was bleeding from his forehead, Zhao Tiezhu’s own fingers had nearly fractured.
He was truly hard! His fingers, which had been tempered and strengthened, had almost broken upon impact. A single thought was enough to illustrate the terror of a Grandmaster.
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