A fist flew toward the round-faced elder.
Upon seeing the red shadow fist coming at him, the elder's expression changed instantly. He could sense the force imbued in this shadow fist.
"How is this possible?" he couldn' t help but shout in terror.
He thought that Isaac's red spiritual energy could only be channeled by someone as powerful as him. Never in a million years did he think that this fatso in front of him could do that.
But he didn't have the time to think about it any longer. He crossed his arms, releasing an earth- shaking roar, and channeled all of his spiritual energy into his arms in an effort to block Beefy Bob's punch.
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