Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The sharpness added to the Demon God Battle Lance by Lu Wenwu was elevated to an extreme peak, slicing through the ghostly qi into two neat and smooth parts, erupting with sharp exploding sounds.
Damn, this lunatic!
If I had known the opponent was a martial maniac, I would not have fought him!
Do I really have to lose my life here just because of an entry test for a new employee?
Just as He Ghost General was in despair, a ghostly figure descended from the sky, wedging itself between the two and reaching out a hand toward the fist Lu Wenwu had thrown.
The palm met the golden-red fist, and everything seemed to happen without incident.
The fierce yin wind and terrifying powerful qi stirred up by Lu Wenwu's fist were all absorbed invisibly in the opponent's grasp.
