When people flew into a rage from humiliation, they got a boost. Whether in speed or strength, they became much stronger.
Wang Yu was like that now. His speed had directly surpassed what it had been before, and his punches were incredibly fast as well.
But just as he was about to strike Chen Mo, Chen Mo flashed aside and dodged Wang Yu's fist. With another swift step, he appeared in front of the car.
After getting out of the car, he had been standing by the car door when several people surrounded him. The space was a little cramped, making it difficult to move freely. Especially when kicking someone—if he accidentally kicked the car, that would be rather troublesome.
It was his own car, after all. He should treasure it a little more.
As for the others' attacks landing on the car, that was not much of a concern. The car still had a Vajra Talisman on it and could withstand attacks from Houtian Martial Artists.
So, to protect his car, Chen Mo flashed into an open area before preparing to strike.
Wang Yu was burning with rage. He paid no attention to Chen Mo's speed or his evasive movements. When his punch missed, he immediately followed up, wanting to catch up and continue attacking.
Today, even if the heavenly king himself came, he would seize this young man, pin him to the ground, and grind him into the dirt!
If Wang Yu had not been consumed by rage, and had clearly seen Chen Mo's movements, speed, and evasive techniques, he would not have chased after Chen Mo so recklessly.
As long as he had seen those movements clearly, he would have understood that this person's speed and reactions were far beyond anything he could catch up to.
But