Beaten Up

Beaten Up

Wang Feifan was in excruciating pain. He leaned back and let out a muffled grunt.

Yet, borrowing the force of the impact, he suddenly hooked Shen Wuxiao's leg.

Then he yanked hard.

He had intended to throw Shen Wuxiao off balance.

Who would have thought Shen Wuxiao was so extraordinarily experienced?

High-temperature flames ignited around his legs, wrapping them completely.

In an instant, he pressed forward with force, raised his left leg, and drove a flaming kick viciously into Wang Feifan's chest.

Sending him flying.

Wang Feifan crashed headfirst into the ground. Seeing the scorched footprint on his chest, he groaned miserably.

He gritted his teeth. In close combat, he was simply no match for Shen Wuxiao.

He had to widen the distance.

Shen Wuxiao's fighting style was terrifying.

His presence had already overwhelmed any opponent.

He gave his opponent practically not the slightest chance to catch their breath.

The moment he sent someone flying, he immediately followed up, not allowing even a thread of breathing room.

For the moment, Wang Feifan could only dodge left and weave right, relying on his nimble footwork to evade.

Yet he was still grazed by a fist from time to time, each hit sending sharp pain through him.

Shen Wuxiao was simply too monstrous.

The armor on his right arm was already terrifying, and now it was wrapped in flames.

Electric arcs covered his left hand, its might leaving Wang Feifan unable to breathe.

As they exchanged blows, the sounds of fists and kicks colliding, along with the roars of shockwaves, rang without end.

The battle grew ever fiercer, every move carrying destructive power.

Wang Feifan almost wanted to cry.

This was too humiliating.

He had been getting beaten down the entire time.

"Damn it, you really are damnable!"

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