In the next instant, Chu Fan's right hand shot out like an iron pincer. Swift as a thunderbolt, it precisely gripped the wrist of Zhang Tianhao's sword hand!
"How is this possible!!"
Zhang Tianhao's face paled in shock, his pupils contracting violently.
The timing, angle, and foresight of that grab made it clear that Chu Fan had locked onto his hiding place long ago!
'Was this guy just acting before?!'
Before he could recover from his shock, as Chu Fan gripped his wrist, he used the momentum to spin. His left elbow, carrying the force of a collapsing mountain, smashed viciously toward Zhang Tianhao's head!
Close-quarters combat was Chu Fan's true domain!
The "Twelve True Forms Fist" unfurled, and the "Flowing Frost Domain" enveloped the area.
A wave of Cold Qi wrapped around Zhang Tianhao, slowing his movements and making his steps sluggish!
