Chapter 1218 Vajra Arcana!

• Wang Sancheng let out a cold snort, lifted both fists, and slammed them twice into his chest. In an instant, the numb ache from Michael Shephard’s earlier punch faded away like it had never been there. Then he drove another brutal blow straight into his lower abdomen.
• “Ah!”
• The heavy hits tore a raw howl from him. Pain carved across his face—sharp, merciless. But his presence flared, swelling hard and fierce. He suddenly looked like he’d never taken Michael’s strike at all.