"To deal with you, I only need one punch."
Bawang looked at Tuori and arrogantly shouted.
"To deal with you, I also only need one punch, if that doesn't work, then two."
Tuori also shouted full of confidence.
"Kill…"
Then they almost shouted out simultaneously.
Rushed forward, two fists the size of bowls crazily collided with each other.
"Bang…"
The air currents burst forth, the sound like thunder.
Step step step…
Both of them simultaneously staggered back under the massive recoil force.
Retreating over twenty steps.
It was unexpectedly a draw, evenly matched.
"Good…"
All the cultivators below the stage shouted wildly.
This was truly a fight between masters.
"Kill kill kill…"
The two guys shouted wildly again, as if two tanks crazily crashing into each other, bombarding each other.
Bang bang bang…
Once again they exchanged five punches.
Bawang's facial features were bleeding, his arm was constantly trembling.
His hand bones had cracked.
