Meat Mountain was at least twice the size of Li Feng and weighed at least three times as much. To the onlookers, Li Feng seemed like an egg trying to smash a stone.
Crack.
The crisp sound of breaking bones reached Meng Qi's ears, yet her face remained impassive. Don't assume that fat means flabby—Tai Yue was a master of internal martial arts, and under his Inner Breath, his flesh turned instantly as hard as rock.
This guy, putting all his strength into a punch and hitting Tai Yue, would probably be like punching an iron plate, breaking his bones and snapping his tendons were only to be expected.
But Meng Qi's thoughts didn't last a second before she felt the stable Meat Mountain in front of her collapsing with a loud crash.
Was it an illusion?
"Run."
The usually reticent Tai Yue suddenly let out a hoarse yell, which shocked Meng Qi, and the surrounding assassins from the world were all stunned.
Meat Mountain was actually lifted off the ground.
