Daoist: "Young rascal, do not boast of your eloquence!"
Tan Wenbin: "You should boast a bit more, enjoy it while you can."
Run Sheng did not tend to his wounds, and in this round, he was the first to launch an assault.
"Bang!"
Their shoulders collided, solidly.
The zombie stood still, while Run Sheng took a few steps back.
Logically, the zombie should take advantage of this and pursue victory, for the distance between them hadn't lengthened after this crash.
But the zombie didn't do so; a flicker appeared in his green eyes.
As the zombie involved, no one understands more than him about the changes happening to his opponent's body after each crash.
With each round, the opponent's strength seems to grow stronger, as if from the beginning, the opponent deliberately withheld power to toy with him, intentionally embarrassing themselves.
The scarier part is, you don't know what the ceiling is for this opponent's power escalation.
"Roar!"
This roar came from Run Sheng.
