"Bang, bang, bang..."
A dense series of collisions rang out.
The nunchaku in Zhou Fang's hands came crashing down on the burly man like a violent storm. Every strike contained immense power, the overlapping shadows of the weapon enveloping the man from head to toe.
However, the burly man merely stood where he was, relying on his body to withstand every attack.
His arms, chest, and legs were struck repeatedly by the nunchaku, yet he remained completely unharmed. Not even the slightest mark was left on his combat uniform.
Half a minute passed. Zhou Fang had already swung hundreds of times, and his arms were beginning to ache faintly, but the burly man remained unscathed.
A trace of disdain appeared in the burly man's eyes, and he finally spoke.
His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper scraping against something, every word carrying a cold malice. "Is this all the strength you have? If that's all, you've really disappointed me."
After being mocked so openly, Zhou Fang's expression immediately darkened.
He took a deep breath and threw the nunchaku toward a companion in the distance. "Hold this for me."
Then he raised his head and looked coldly at the burly man. "I was holding back just now because I didn't want to beat you to death... Do you really think you're that impressive?"
The instant his words fell, the Spiritual Energy fluctuations around Zhou Fang suddenly erupted.
Pale golden Spiritual Energy surged out of his body like a raging tide, spreading in every direction.
Loose stones on the ground were lifted by the Spiritual Energy and spun through the air. The surrounding air seemed to compress, growing viscous.
His aura continued to climb, and the Spiritual Energy fluctuations of the Second-Order High Stage faintly showed signs of breaking through.
Seeing Zhou