"Sorry, the road is a bit congested."

Qiu Mujin's voice came, and she stretched out a hand from the void, like a pool of rippling water blocking between Prince Ninatiel and Amin, and a woman in the water slowly walked out.

She was still a common jacket on the street, with her casually disguised curly hair, her skin was rough, and she didn't look shining, but she just had a charm that made people want to take a few more glances. She said casually, as if she was apologizing. Of course, what the hell was the road? Whether it was too late or not, no one would care about it. Anyway, she would have arrived. Even though she was just an ordinary woman, even though her slender body was so ridiculous compared to the giant opposite, Amin seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Prince Ninatiel's hand was still stretched out, and that finger was still blocking his palm.

"Are you a guardian?" he asked expressionlessly, but he finally retracted his hand.

"I don't know why the first person gave me such a title. I don't like it anyway, but it doesn't matter."

Before he finished speaking, he punched!

Prince Ninatiel punched him very seriously. In fact, his previous fists were also very serious, but those seriousness were reflected in distributing his own strength to avoid unexpected results. Yes, when the power reached a certain level, there would be many reactions that he did not want to see. For example, a punch, after the airflow was broken, the speed would be too fast, and a violent friction would occur, and a vacuum would appear for one to two seconds. Sometimes it would even cause a lot of messy things to crash into him. The force under his feet would cause the ground to collapse. If the cement material is uneven, it would even push backwards. After all, he would not fly, so some continuous position movements would follow one after another, and various situations would occur for the target. The most common thing was: it would be very difficult to "collect" it later. In short, Prince Ninatiel would rarely "strike" a person like this and try his best to "hit" someone.

For him, what moves and postures are no longer important. This is not because he doesn't know how to do it, but in the face of absolute strength and speed, those "turning fists into palms, tiger steps bring wind, making moves like cotton, and touching body like iron" all seem particularly ridiculous. As long as he has enough strength and "fighting" it out, it is enough.

There was no sound, and no one saw any movement change. Prince Ninatiel seemed to have switched to the slide, and suddenly turned slightly, and his huge fist had already hit the finger that had not yet been retracted. This was a scene beyond the visual stay. In an instant, no one reflected what happened.

Then

A gust of wind swept and came, and it was more accurate that the compressed air flow like a solid form a solid wall, slapped everything out, and the steel all over the ground, the wreckage of the plane was thrown into the drum washing machine by the sweeping wind, swung backwards, the air was drained and the flames were extinguished. Until this time, the person who was still conscious still felt a terrifying pressure rushing into his ears, as if he was about to crush his eardrums, everything became silent, only the sky and the earth were surging, and the loud noises ignored by his ears echoed wildly between the special walls around him, like imprisoned beasts, finally found the gap where the lava had just solidified on the zenith, rushed out fiercely, and erupted against the scorching lava above, heading straight into the sky.

This punch was enough to destroy everything that was affected, but no one was injured. The wave of air finally came down, and the steel wrecks fell. On the ground, Prince Niertir and Qiu Mujin were still in the same shape as before. The suit on the giant had turned into a strange metallic luster. Some protruding ripples slowly returned to their original state. The woman seemed to have nothing to change, and even her hair was not messy at all, as if she was an existence outside this world.

The prince pulled his fist back again, and a bloodshot flowed out from the gap between his middle finger and ring finger. He looked at the wound between his fingers with some confusion, and watched it recover quickly, leaving only a little scarlet red. This may be the most complicated expression he had shown over the years.

"It's really rude." Qiu Mujin muttered with displeasure, then took a step and pressed his palm against the giant's chest, pushing forward as if everyone could think of "women fighting".

This was a very casual action, but the giant opposite suddenly was knocked out, like a baseball hit by all his strength. It hit the wall at the end with a "boom", which made the entire base sway. This time it was even more pseudo-similar than the scene where the other party punched, because no matter what she pushed, the action should not have such a big effect at all, but everything happened, just like pushing the other party out in advance by an extremely powerful being, and then cutting Qiu Mujin's movement into the picture.

At this time, the postman finally recovered from the ruins on the other side. Due to the existence of the nurse, there was no scar on his body.

"Let's go!" Qiu Mujin said directly without even turning her head: "Gate No. 22!"

The postman was stunned for a moment: "Gate No. 22? What is there, where is Amin?"

This is the first question he could think of, and he also asked again: "Amin will definitely be locked instantly as long as he goes out. Is this OK?"

Qiu Mujin naturally understood the other party’s meaning: “Take Amin! It’s safe over there!”

She said lightly, staring at the huge body at the end of her sight. At this moment, he also supported himself to stand up. He still had no expression on his face, but everyone could feel that he was tightly clenched by the surrounding air, and his breathing was a little unfluent.

"Go away!" Qiu Mujin shouted again, her expression seemed a little nervous. The postman clearly saw that there were several cracks in her exposed skin, slowly spreading like fragile porcelain.

"Why are you?" The postman seemed to realize something, and his breath trembled.

"Let's go!" Qiu Mujin roared angrily, holding his hands tightly, crossing the sight of Prince Ninatiel, blocking a small piece of space behind him.
Chapter completed!