This special state had also altered the way he exerted force, A slow punch that any ordinary person could throw was surrounded by multiple afterimages around his arm and fist, as if his hand was swinging at high speed in the moment he punched.
Dean looked on in shock at this scene.
"You just got introduced to high-frequency vibration, and you've already mastered it?"
"Can't you consider my feelings?"
Dean, his teeth tinged with sourness, said, "Stop practicing; you can't handle it—you'll ruin your own hand."
He had hardly finished speaking
Crack—
Brian's right hand had truly broken.
And it broke neatly and eerily.
His right hand drooped, the skin showing densely packed, fragmented tear marks, and beneath the skin, the flesh and bones displayed similar injuries, as if they had been shattered by something.
Brian:...
My hand is really ruined... and shattered at that!
He looked wordlessly at Dean, "Has anyone ever told you you're a jinx?"
