Battle

Battle

The moment he froze up, Wang Feifan slammed an Eight Trigrams Palm at him.

"Fuck!"

Yang Wanjun rolled aside, circulated the Dragon Elephant Technique, raised his fist, and punched back.

Hegemon's Fist!

"Boom!!!"

The two collided, and a shockwave surged out once more.

Fan Yu was too close, and his clothes instantly exploded apart.

He stood there stark naked.

With only a pair of underwear left.

"Ah!!! Pervert!" Fan Yu raised his arms to cover his body.

"Holy shit!" Goosebumps rose all over Yang Wanjun's body.

That old man's body was downright eye-searing.

Wang Feifan was trembling all over too, scarred for life.

Given that Wang Feifan was 1.78 meters tall and weighed 141 pounds, and his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys each accounted for ten percent of his body, calculate the area of his psychological shadow.

The fighting over there made Shen Wuxiao's hands itch.

He did not want to fool around. He wanted to fight.

"Wife, I'm going to play for a bit!" Shen Wuxiao looked at Yun Zhiyi.

Yun Zhiyi gathered her hair. "One against two?"

"Yeah!"

"Can you handle it?"

"What kind of joke is that? If I can't handle it, my... my wife will naturally make a move!" Shen Wuxiao winked at Yun Zhiyi.

"Go on, then."

Her husband wanted to have some fun, so of course she supported him.

The two jumped down from upstairs together and headed toward the plaza.

Yun Zhiyi stopped beside the plaza fountain.

Shen Wuxiao took off his coat, placed it in Yun Zhiyi's hands, then walked over.

The two of them wanted to kill him, so they might as well have a fight today.

This battle was still quite stressful.

Whether it was Wang Feifan or Yang Wanjun, both were incredibly formidable fighters.

At the same