Chapter 3992 Wusi Rushes In, Matthew’s Call
- He had absolute faith in his Frost Palm.
- Hert didn’t just believe in it—he was sure. A regular guy, even if he brushed the edge by accident, would freeze into a corpse on the spot. Even a half‑step grandmaster on the same level—hit by that strike—would be lucky to survive, and still shed a layer of skin.
- But—