A moment later, the cars were violently smashed aside as Wei Wusheng's massive frame charged out once more. Chen Chuan ducked low, evading several powerful punches and insidious Capture attempts before seizing the man's elbow. He pressed forward, spreading the fingers of his free hand and striking toward his opponent's face.
Wei Wusheng seemed to sense the attack. He twisted his body, bringing his elbow around to block the incoming hand. But this left his center exposed. Chen Chuan instantly whipped out a kick that struck him squarely on the hip. His balance shattered, and he stumbled away once again.
Before he could even regain his footing, a figure blurred before his eyes, followed by a barrage of attacks raining down on his body. He could do nothing but cover his head, face, and other vital areas.
Chen Chuan's heavy fists hammered him like a torrential storm, targeting every weak point and relatively fragile joint.
