Chapter 607: Showing Up Right on Time

But in front of Nash Johnston, that level of strength meant nothing. The masked figure moved like a fading afterimage. The instant he shot forward, his hands formed palms and struck in rapid succession. Boom, boom, boom! Three palm strikes blasted out one after another. A surging wave of force, thick and heavy as a collapsing mountain range, rolled straight toward Nash Johnston. Nash Johnston did not so much as shift his feet. It was as if he had not even seen the incoming palm shadows. He merely...