Bang! Bang! Bang!
Not giving him any time to react, the opponent continuously blasted his palms, creating a series of explosive muffled sounds, transforming into chaotic afterimages.
The two of them fought and retreated, the cement ground shattering repeatedly, with countless footprints and potholes appearing.
A basketball hoop was grazed by a kick and snapped off, flying into the air.
Zhou Wuren's expression grew increasingly grim as he fought in earnest, suddenly charging forward with a punch.
The Suluo elder sidestepped swiftly, the graffiti-covered wall exploded into pieces, scattering fragments of bricks everywhere.
The continuous sounds erupted as their arms and legs turned into the most ferocious weapons, creating a flurry of afterimages that shattered everything around them.
Seeing this, Zhou Cheng in the convoy smacked his lips in awe, thinking to himself that if it were him, he would have been beaten to a pulp long ago.
