How is this possible?
The immense gap and absurdity instantly struck Miao Zhe's simple and crude understanding.
He couldn't accept it.
"Ugh—!!!"
The extreme humiliation and rage instantly overwhelmed the trace of confusion.
An inhuman roar erupted from Miao Zhe's throat.
His right hand, gripped tightly, suddenly exerted force, muscles coiled and bulging, trying to break free from that vice-like grasp.
At the same time, his left fist was like a cannonball leaving the chamber.
Carrying the same savage power and a piercing sound as it tore through the air, with relentless determination, it ruthlessly smashed toward Fang Qingyu's unguarded right flank.
This punch, even faster, even harsher.
The target directly aimed at the fragile internal organs.
Aiming at the point the enemy must defend.
A ruthless gleam flickered in Miao Zhe's eyes.
So what if my right fist is caught?
I still have my left fist!
Let's see how you'll block this one?
