Seeing the Sky

Si Qing stood in the air, his whole body covered with a metal suit as thin as a cicada's wings, unmoved by the four-armed King Kong that was a hundred meters high in front of him. A fist the size of a house hit Si Qing. Si Qing slowly stretched out his right hand, as if he wanted to hold such a huge fist. The moment his fist touched the insignificant palm, a majestic wave spread in all directions. The trees in the mountain were instantly destroyed, and the surrounding area of ​​100 meters turned into a desert, but Si Qing remained motionless.