As a martial artist who just entered the Qi Condensation Realm, Jiang Biao was extremely confident in his own strength. Of course, in modern society, having such strength is indeed not weak, and naturally, he was brimming with confidence.
With this strike, he used ninety percent of his power, intending to slap Zhang Xiaoshan to his knees.
"Heh heh, you brat, daring to be presumptuous in front of Squad Leader Jiang, you're dead meat."
With his crooked lips sliced open, the man was now exceedingly excited and proud, thinking that Zhang Xiaoshan was in big trouble.
"Ah."
Standing behind Zhang Xiaoshan, Gu Feifei screamed in fright.
Immediately after, Jiang Biao's large hand fell on Zhang Xiaoshan's shoulder, making a dull thudding sound, showing the force was immense. However, Zhang Xiaoshan did not move at all.
Indeed, not only was there no serious injury, but he didn't even flinch.
He stood there, his body straight like an unsheathed sharp sword.
"What?'
