"Bang!"
With artificial "heavenly timing and favorable terrain," and the surrounding environment entirely "bought off," Tycoon threw an utterly unstoppable punch!
His heavy fist slammed directly into Lacan's chin. The sharp ring tore through the skin beneath his jaw and sank into his throat. Lacan's entire body was like a sightseeing car overturned by a furious rhinoceros, tipping backward and rising into the air as he completely lost his balance.
"Thud!"
Lacan crashed to the ground, a pained expression appearing on his face.
"Ow..."
He cried out in pain on the ground, and Tycoon immediately followed up.
"Bang!"
Next came a full-power kick to Lacan's solar plexus and chest, making him curl up painfully on the ground like a shrimp.
This could no longer be called a fight. It was simply a one-sided beating, and it even looked close to bullying.
Fu Luo frowned. "Is this the 'Lacan' from the 'Psychology Society'...? Damn it, where exactly is he dangerous?"
"He looks like a complete... useless coward!"
He knew that Tycoon and Lacan had a grudge between them. This man seemed to be a "dangerous person" who had killed many players.
But...
Where was he dangerous?
Fu Luo could not understand it at all!
Fu Luo was not the only one confused. Wang Jiu and Katie were also puzzled.
Judging from Tycoon's furious reaction, this man was undoubtedly Lacan—but why did he look as if he were already about to be beaten to death?
Tears, mucus, and blood flowed together down the man's face. He looked weak and useless.
"Could he be pretending? But what would be the point of pretending like this?"
Wang Jiu could not help asking under his breath.
"No, he isn't pretending."
Lin Yu immediately answered inwardly.
He could clearly tell that Lacan showed no trace of