Yun Zhou also understood it and followed Kui Mulang in boasting.
He was also smart, knowing that the more injured they were, the more they had to pretend to be unfathomable in strength, so he suppressed Shimontov from the beginning.
“Isn’t that enough for Captain He to warm up?!”
Shimontov was obviously taken aback, obviously a little surprised, but then he thought about it and nodded subconsciously, thinking that it indeed fit the rumored image of He Jiarong being invincible!
"This is all trivial. To tell you the truth, our sect master's unique skill is to slap someone's head flat with one palm from a distance!"
Kuimu Lang raised his head and said proudly.
"Crack someone's head in the air?!"
Shimontov was stunned again and asked in confusion, "What does this space mean?!"
"If our captain strikes out with his palm, and his palm is still tens of centimeters away from your head, your head will be shattered!"
Kuimulang said in a cold voice.
"Tens of centimeters?!"
Shimontov's eyes widened in surprise, but then he held his head high and laughed loudly, shaking his head and saying, "You are playing with me like a child!"