Both sides moved at extreme speed, and every strike targeted the weak points of the human body. In this regard, the Prophet was far tougher than Jiang Yan Hai. The armor on his body could withstand attacks from large-caliber sniper rifles, let alone human fists.
Of course, that did not mean the attacks had no effect on him at all. They still had an effect, especially attacks aimed at certain vulnerable parts of the body.
But a blow that would be fatal to an ordinary person might only injure him and cause him pain.
A blow that would injure and hurt an ordinary person might only make him feel it slightly.
Under such circumstances, the other party's attacks naturally posed little threat to him.
However, after taking one of Jiang Yan Hai's punches head-on, he no longer dared to do so. Not only had that punch nearly knocked him backward, but he had also felt a sharp pain inside his body.
That meant the other party possessed tremendous strength!
The attacks could even threaten him.
With a bang, their fists collided once more. But this time, the Prophet used Jiang Yan Hai's strike to retreat, then suddenly leaped backward, instantly opening a distance of seven or eight meters between them.
At this distance, the sky had grown even dimmer, and many places in the forest had already turned pitch-black. Even under normal conditions, a person's vision would not be very good, let alone when the Prophet was in optical camouflage.
But what left the Prophet somewhat dumbfounded was that when he rapidly leaped several times to get more than ten meters away from Jiang Yan Hai and quickly began shifting his position, Jiang Yan Hai could follow nearly every one of his movements.
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