The fist of an eight-star warrior possesses a strengthparable to that of a fully loaded heavy truck.


    When all that surging power is focused on the face of a fist made up of four fingers, the resulting force creates an even more terrifying wind!


    Charlie could distinctly feel the intense impact of this powerful gust. Even X, standing two meters away, felt as if a hurricane was sweeping over her. In that moment, her heart raced with anxiety, and she couldn’t help but shout,<fn3443> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n FindN0vel</fn3443>


    “Master Wade, be careful!”


    The shockwave from the enormous impact caused pain to ripple through his internal organs.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Inside, Dr. Simmons heard his granddaughter’s shout. Ignoring Charlie’s earlier instruction to stay back, he rushed out, anxious to find out what was happening.


    Yet, as both the grandfather and granddaughter looked at Charlie and Hong Changqing, they noticed that time seemed to stand still.


    Hong Changqing’s face was a mask of fury as his right fist mmed toward Charlie’s face.


    In contrast, Charlie remained calm andposed; he simply raised his right hand, extending his middle finger to effortlessly block Hong Changqing’s attack.


    Hong Changqing’s expression shifted from one of murderous rage to utter confusion, panic, and horror…


    He couldn’t believe it. A middle finger was effectively stopping his powerful strike!


    This gesture, universally recognized, conveyed a message akin to “f*ck you” or “you’re an idiot.”


    Despite the whirlwind of emotions crossing his face, one thing was clear: he could not revert to his previous air of arrogance.


    As Charlie’s smile turned more yful, Hong Changqing’s fear deepened.


    He swallowed hard, trying to moisten his dry throat, and murmured in disbelief, “How is this possible… how can this be… I am an eight-star warrior… an eight-star warrior…” After saying this, he suddenly looked up at Charlie, fear evident in his eyes. “You… Who are you…”


    Charlie replied with a smile, “In the past, when people asked me that question, I would usually say I was someone they couldn’t afford.”


    Hong Changqing asked, almost instinctively, “Then… what about now…”


    Charlie sneered, disdain etched on his face, “Now, I’m someone you can’t afford to offend, so why ask?”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center wp-block-heading" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>