Ding Hao did not want to use his sword and saber.

He remained rooted to the spot and then threw a punch.

The terrible fist force was like surging seas. Wherever the fist swept across, the scorching air was torn with a crack. The right arm of the Rock Giant, which had just grown up, was smashed again. And in the midst of the splashing flames, it was broken into a pile of falling gravel.

This time Ding Hao had clearly seen that no blood, vessels or bone ...