Wu Ming lowered his eyes to look at his chest, the punch just now faintly hurt.
But, he knew that Guisu's situation was certainly no better than his own.
"Again."
Wu Ming shouted lowly and sprang out once more.
This time, faster.
Guisu couldn't alleviate the pain in his chest in time, raised his iron fist, and met him head on.
The two collided once again, the speed so fast that their fighting actions couldn't be seen clearly.
Only the sounds of bang... boom... were heard intermittently.
Neither knew how many punches and kicks they exchanged until the figures separated again.
Guisu took a deep breath, his chest and arms had been hit countless times.
Wu Ming's skills were indeed better than his, although he had made significant progress through training recently, he still couldn't match him.
The pain from these injuries didn't mean much to him.
But such a hard-hitting fight was indescribably thrilling.
Never before had he fought so freely over these years.
