"Old Limp Man is inconvenient with his legs, as long as I'm a bit faster..."
Punches were rapidly thrown.
"When the time comes, catch him off guard, throw him into complete disarray, then hit him with the twelve deadliest combo punches from the Viper Force, huh, he will undoubtedly be defeated."
Wang Dajun was contemplating internally, hastening his attack pace, each punch fiercely overwhelming.
Long Wuhui remained unflustered, solid as a rock, like an unshakable Mount Tai.
Each seemingly casual palm strike or punch was effortlessly dissolving Wang Dajun's ferocious offensive techniques.
Fan Jian and the others were extremely anxious, with their hearts in their throats, seeing that Long Wuhui was only defending and not attacking.
Meanwhile, Wang Dajun's group was jubilant.
"Haha, the boss's skills are even more formidable than before."
"Old cripple is done for."
"Have to say, this cripple has some moves to last this long against the boss's fierce attacks."
