BAM!
BAM!
Two heavy punches landed one after the other, smashing viciously into Zhou Fan's right shoulder. In an instant, his shoulder visibly caved in as if the bone had shattered. Zhou Fan was sent flying backward, completely out of control.
Seeing this, the two men were ecstatic. They roared and charged forward to press their attack. "The Nether King? So this is all you are!"
On the other side, Luofu's Third Son and the Sixth Son, who were besieging Fan, also noticed the situation and were overjoyed. They had originally planned to finish their own fight and then provide support, but they never expected the Nether King—a man of international renown whose fame was on par with their own boss—to be so laughably weak.
"Fan, give up! The Nether King is a dead man, and you won't be leaving this place alive either!" the Third Son sneered, swinging his steel blade in a wide arc. Even though Fan dodged quickly, the blade still sliced open his abdomen.
