"Jia!"
Accompanied by the dull roar of a middle-aged man.
A powerful fist came from Jiang Sheng's side without any courtesy.
The surface of the fist was covered with a layer of what seemed to be "armor" made of white paper.
It was wrinkled, seemingly not sturdy at all, yet faintly shimmering with an inconspicuous metallic luster.
As mentioned earlier, Jiang Sheng's physical abilities in terms of speed were somewhat faster than those of an ordinary adult male. However, in terms of strength and other aspects, there was still a gap.
This was also the case now.
Faced with the sudden punch, Jiang Sheng couldn't avoid it immediately but could only slightly shift his body to prevent the force from landing entirely on him.
"Pang!"
"Miao!"
Even so, when the sound of a blunt collision rang
