Chapter 565: Gathering, Extracting Qi

The next man immediately turned pale, his fist suddenly flooded with excruciating pain.

Luo En applied slight force, and he felt as if his fist had fractured.

He desperately tried to pull his fist back, but it was impossible—Luo En's hand was like an iron band, locking him in place.

"This… this can't be real?" He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at Luo En.

He hadn't expected Luo En's strength to be so immense.

The other man saw this and realized his teammate had been subdued by Luo En.

He roared and charged forward, swinging a punch straight at Luo En's head.

This punch carried a whistling wind—it was his maximum power.

A normal student would have been killed by this blow.

But he no longer cared about consequences.

Luo En furrowed his brow slightly; these people struck without restraint, targeting nothing more than an ordinary student of the academy.

To want to kill so brutally—they must be no good at all.

Luo En decided not to hold back. He surged with force, and the man's fist immediately deformed.

The man screamed in agony, clutching his fist, collapsing to the ground.

His fist was fractured; under the agony, he had no strength left to counterattack.

Then Luo En reached out again and seized the other man's swinging fist.

The man had pushed his speed and power to their absolute limits.

Yet he never imagined Luo En would catch his hand so effortlessly.

He stared at Luo En in shock, and the next second he let out a piercing cry of pain.

Luo En snapped his wrist outright.

He clutched his hand, screaming desperately.

"I never thought creatures as weak as you would dare roam about bullying others."

"Now I'll teach you how to properly face a true powerhouse."

Luo En walked calmly toward them, smiling.

They stared at Luo En as if he were a demon god.

They scrambled backward, refusing to face him directly.

They knew they stood no chance against Luo En.

Both men had been subdued in a single move, their hands visibly deformed.

The two still lay on the ground, writhing desperately—they wanted to rise, but the agony in their hands robbed them of mobility.

The remaining men, witnessing this, were filled with terror and had lost all will to fight.