C1528 Autumn leaves

one punch, two punches

Ten punches, a hundred punches …

The wind from his fist surged as it continuously surged forward, like the boiling waters of a great river, flowing unceasingly.

Wang Shuo punched again, and for a moment, a violent wind blew as water immortal elemental energy condensed.

The endless sea!

This punch could be said to be the pinnacle of perfection