Their fists collided, and Chen Yan's body was driven backward.
The next moment, he charged forward like a hurricane. Leaping high, he kicked at the Iron Barrel Giant's neck.
The Iron Barrel Giant was quick, too. Seeing Chen Yan's kick, it slapped it aside.
Chen Yan spun upward through the air five times, then planted one foot against the ceiling.
Standing vertically on the ceiling, Chen Yan's body was poised above them. Then...
A surging force erupted.
He slammed down with a punch!
[Eight Forms of Extreme Refinement]!
His fist crashed into the top of the Iron Barrel Giant's head.
"Ah!"
A furious roar rang out. The Iron Barrel Giant threw punch after punch, and a gale swept through the entire room.
"He's really pissed it off now."
Xu Di muttered.
When he'd had thirty Strength Stripes, something like this would probably have gotten him carried out and rushed to the hospital.
Everyone saw the alarm light come on again.
"Get the medicine ready."
Shen Youning spoke, and someone brought it out.
At the same time, the crowd suddenly stirred.
On the Display Screen...
Chen Yan was actually...
Trading punches with the Iron Barrel Giant.
"That's it!"
Chen Yan barked.
Facing the Iron Barrel Giant's fists, which came like a surging tide, he punched back.
Forward without retreat, heedless of everything!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two waves of fists collided, crashing against each other again and again.
With such a huge difference in size, the sight looked utterly bizarre.
He was weaker than his opponent, and his bones and muscles were weaker, too.
Chen Yan was driven back step by step, until his back hit the wall and there was nowhere left to retreat.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
His arms burned with soreness, his muscles throbbed with pain, and he