Hao Jian had experienced it all, so what Kazan couldn't see past, Hao Jian could easily handle.
Hao Jian inadvertently smiled.
No matter what you think now, Kazan, since you've provoked me, as I said before, don't think you can survive, you definitely won't live past tonight.
Hao Jian advanced towards Kazan swiftly like an arrow.
Kazan didn't even have time to breathe before he immediately retreated.
A whip kick shot towards Kazan, who quickly raised his hands to block it.
He managed to block it, but Kazan was still forced into the corner.
Just as he regained his senses, Hao Jian kicked again. Even if Kazan dodged quickly, he was still affected, losing a piece of skin to the kick.
Kazan touched his wound, cursed under his breath, and immediately counterattacked.
Hao Jian, quick-eyed, grabbed a stool to fend off the attack.
The stool was made of wood, but even stone pillars were dented by Kazan's punch, let alone a mere wooden stool.
The stool broke apart instantly.
