The gargoyle raised an eyebrow. "Tell me, what are the limitations of my talent?"

Han Feng said calmly, "Your talent is Twelve Cruel Reds. If I'm not mistaken, you can only use twelve punches in a day. If you can block these twelve punches, you'll be at your wit's end."

The gargoyle chuckled, "You guessed right. I can only throw twelve punches a day. But who in the world can withstand twelve of my punches? Just you?"

Han Feng narrowed his eyes, "I've already blocked two of your punches, what if I take ten more?"

"How shameless!"

The corner of the gargoyle's mouth curled up with contempt, "Forget ten punches, can you take three of my punches first?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed forward towards Han Feng.

Han Feng's eyes were like lightning, fixed on the gargoyle, and he released a spatial restraint without making any sound.

The walking gargoyle suddenly stopped.

At this moment, he clearly felt an invisible force enveloping his body, which actually completely imprisoned him.

"It's just a spatial constraint."

The gargoyle showed no sign of panic and suddenly punched forward with clenched fists.

Twelve Kuchi, the third Kuchi!

The spatial force surrounding the surroundings collapsed instantly.

Han Feng was completely stunned.

Can it even shatter the power of space?

What kind of talent is this?

"Is this your method? Nothing more than that!"

The gargoyle laughed wildly and stomped its foot hard.

Suddenly, his figure became blurred, like a ghost, and he instantly came close to Han Feng and punched out with his hand.

Twelve Kuchi, the fourth Kuchi!