"..."
Meng Chao was trying to decide whether to smash a heavy punch into "Fist's" face or into the Wolf King's face for coming up with such a rotten idea.
Suddenly, he felt the pressure around him surge.
It was as though the terrain's gravity had increased tenfold in an instant.
Or as though an invisible mountain had collapsed, with hundreds of millions of tons of rock crashing down upon him, making his lumbar vertebrae and knees let out piercing screams.
He knew that he had once again been locked onto by "Fist."
Although "Fist" was swaying along at an unhurried pace and was still thirty to fifty meters away from them.
The power that had once slaughtered countless Ferocious Beasts, contained within the iron fist of the Bloodhoof Clan's founder, came surging in like Stormy Waves, locking onto Meng Chao and the Wolf King in advance.
It was even like a vortex brimming with immense suction, trying to drag the two of them beneath that iron fist to die!
Meng Chao and the Wolf King were greatly alarmed.
Neither of them intended to flee in panic.
But when facing the most ferocious man with the strongest fists in Turanze's history, backing themselves against a wall and losing all room to maneuver was clearly a dead end as well.
The two gritted their teeth, squeezing out the potential buried deep within their cells, and leapt toward the direction from which they had climbed onto the platform.
That was the only battlefield they were familiar with, and its terrain was complicated enough.
The instant they leaped high into the air, "Fist's" second punch came rushing at them head-on.
Although there were still thirty to fifty meters between them, and "Fist" appeared merely to be punching the empty air.
The Spirit Flame