To Fang Zheng, the Thirteen Flame-Chasers were no strangers. In fact, he had already met many of them.
For example, Sakura, Hua, and Kevin—the guy Fang Zheng really wanted to kill one more time.
Besides them, while delving deeper into the Land of the Past, he had also encountered several people he had never met before.
For example, the elegant and noble-looking Eden, the mystical Su, and Sen, who seemed like a complete lunatic.
Sen in particular. Fang Zheng had barely entered before the other man attacked without even giving him a chance to speak.
That was... wonderful.
The people he had encountered before had made Fang Zheng somewhat reluctant to strike, but since this one had delivered himself right to Fang Zheng's door, Fang Zheng naturally would not let the chance slip by. He had not even used Frostmourne, charging in barehanded and giving Sen a brutal beating, grinding him into the ground again and again.
"How's that? Weren't you acting all high and mighty before?"
Fang Zheng raised his fist and drove it hard into Sen's face, smashing his head straight into the ground.
"You're nothing but trash, yet you dare spout nonsense here? Don't tell me you think being one of the Flame-Chasers makes you something special!"
"Bang!!"
"What's wrong? Didn't you say you'd make me burn in your rage? Come on, then. Let me see what you're really capable of?!"
"Bang!!!"
After Fang Zheng's third punch blasted Sen's entire upper body into the collapsed floor, the man silently turned into fragments and vanished into the air. Fang Zheng had no idea whether he had beaten him to death or sent him back to recuperate. Still, being able to thoroughly vent his frustration on such a human punching bag had relieved some of the resentment in Fang