"BOOM!"
The fist tore through the air, creating ripples visible to the naked eye.
Yang Zheng was horrified. He tried to repeat his previous trick to dodge, but this time, Xu Yang gave him absolutely no chance. The fist followed him like a shadow.
Helpless, Yang Zheng had to grab with both hands, aiming to lock onto the vital pulse of Xu Yang's wrist.
"Grapple?"
Xu Yang's gaze was sharp. Completely ignoring Yang Zheng's hands, his fist continued its bombardment.
His tremendous physical strength was astonishing, surpassing even Tu Gang. Even if he let Yang Zheng grab him, how could Yang Zheng possibly hold on?
Ten fingers, curved like eagle claws, instantly clamped onto Xu Yang's arm, but it was completely useless. Yang Zheng felt as if he had grabbed not an arm, but a terrifying python. In an instant, it shook off his fingers and continued its unparalleled assault.
"Crap!"
Yang Zheng wanted to retreat, but it was already too late.
