"Seven Killings, do you still think I could be your worthy opponent? Would defeating me give you a sense of accomplishment?" Lin Zifeng's indifferent voice drifted from behind Seven Killings.
This made Seven Killings, the one with Double Pupils, feel a chill as sweat dripped down his back.
"How is it possible? How did he do it? When did he appear behind me? Too, too fast!"
Seven Killings repeatedly questioned himself. However, Lin Zifeng's subsequent response gave him the final answer.
"Boom!"
Seven Killings almost instantly turned around and threw a punch, his fist nearly crashing against the iron wall, but he still couldn't capture Lin Zifeng's figure. This made Seven Killings utterly dumbstruck.
The opponent's speed in reacting is way too fast!
"Seven Killings, do you still feel a sense of accomplishment now?" Lin Zifeng's robust voice again drifted from behind him.
"Ah!!!"
