The chase between the two lasted nearly a kilometer.
During that time,
one steel bar after another was hurled at Guo Yang.
Clang after clang rang out without pause.
Residents nearby occasionally poked their heads out to see what was happening, but all they could glimpse were two black streaks flashing past.
The longer the chase continued,
the more alarmed Guo Yang became as he watched Chen Sheng ahead maintain a constant distance from him.
Along the way,
every time Chen Sheng threw a steel bar, his speed increased slightly.
By now,
he was actually almost as fast as Guo Yang.
What kind of joke was this?!
An Insight Force martial artist was nearly as fast as a Transforming Force martial artist?!
This was completely beyond Guo Yang's understanding.
After nearly a kilometer,
the two had gradually left the deserted Wutong Village and were about to reach the exit of Wutong Road.
As the sounds of horns and commotion gradually rose,
Guo Yang stopped.
If he kept chasing, then even if he caught Chen Sheng, he would only make a bigger scene.
He stood where he was, watching Chen Sheng's shrinking back. A cold glint flickered in his eyes as he pondered something. --Until Chen Sheng had run several kilometers away.
Chen Sheng stopped, his face somewhat pale.
He raised his right hand and saw that his forearm was bent backward at an unnatural angle.
The sight alone was enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Looking at his strangely twisted arm, Chen Sheng reached out with his other hand and gripped it.
Crack! He forcibly twisted the arm back into its normal position.
The bulging veins on his forehead and the cold sweat constantly seeping out seemed to speak of the immense pain Chen Sheng was enduring.
And this was