At the Shenma International Sports Stadium.
On the Combat Stage.
Luo Xiu slowly stood up straight, his gaze fixed on Zeng Xin's face, his thoughts no longer on Su Shenyun. Although he had just taken a flurry of blows from Zeng Xin, Luo Xiu felt no pain, nor was he injured, despite his critical illness.
This seemingly ordinary man, Zeng Xin, felt completely different from any opponent Luo Xiu had ever faced. He lacked the aura of a Martial Artist, yet his strength was formidable.
While Luo Xiu was still pondering, Zeng Xin seized the initiative again. He shot toward Luo Xiu in a straight line with astonishing speed, throwing a punch that was artless but brutally direct.
This time, however, Luo Xiu was prepared, his mind no longer preoccupied with women.
Indeed, women only slow a man down.
With a casual extension of his hand, Luo Xiu easily caught Zeng Xin's fist in his palm.
