"If I hadn't dodged, you would've chopped me to death already!" Headhunter Zank felt the urge to curse for the first time.
"Then go die!"
Boom! Chen Fan stomped down, shattering the stone slabs beneath his feet as he charged toward Headhunter Zank.
Headhunter Zank clashed with Chen Fan as well. Hearing Chen Fan's words reassured him somewhat. If every attack had been like that last one, there would have been no point in fighting at all. At the same time, he truly understood the terror of the man before him. At first, seeing Chen Fan's disdain for Imperial Arms, he had thought Chen Fan was just putting on an act. But now he knew that this man seemed to have no need for something like an Imperial Arm at all.
"As long as you can't unleash attacks like that, you won't be my match!" Headhunter Zank shouted at Chen Fan.
Splat! Another spray of blood burst from Headhunter Zank's body, the faint pain slightly stimulating his nerves.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The two continued fighting. Splat! Splat! Blood blossoms kept bursting from Headhunter Zank's body, yet not a single wound appeared on Chen Fan, and his breathing remained even, without the slightest hint of urgency.
Headhunter Zank felt as if he were trapped in a swamp. He could not escape even if he wanted to, constantly being suppressed and beaten without any chance to break away. He could clearly see Chen Fan's intentions and knew what Chen Fan wanted to do, yet he had no way to stop him. "How is this possible?! Why?! Why?! Why am I not your match?!"
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Chen Fan's mouth. "You haven't even noticed something this simple? It seems the ability of that Imperial Arm has blinded your