However, comparatively, Dustin’s fist was much smaller than Flint’s.
“You’re asking for it!” Flint snorted coldly.
He exerted more force in his arm, his internal energy surging out from his body.
There was a loud explosion as the two men’s fists collided with each other.
Dustin stood there without budging an inch. Cracks began forming beneath his feet.
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