"I'm not even afraid of my own parents!"
"So why would I be scared of you?"
Yang Mo felt his chest swell with courage. The fight was already ugly enough. What more could he possibly lose?
He had always seen every opponent as terrifying, which was why he was always so timid.
But Zhao Ci was right.
No matter how terrifying they were, could they be worse than his own parents?
Ying Rui?
'To hell with him!'
His mind had lost the ability to think. His thoughts were dominated by a single purpose.
'Fight!'
He unleashed a flurry of Turtle Fists. They seemed to follow some basic punching principle, yet were utterly without form.
Ying Rui had seen this kind of display before; he often encountered it when fighting local thugs. But he had never seen it delivered with such intensity.
When it came to facing the Turtle Fist, he had plenty of experience.
He raised his arm to block while simultaneously sidestepping and sweeping his right foot low across the ground.
