"AAAAAAAAAAAH—"
The loud roar was filled with agony. It was hard to imagine what kind of pain the person screaming like that had endured. The onlookers could only see the upturned earth, blanketing an entire area.
With the point of impact as its center, cracks spread outward, going from thick to thin.
But this was not the end.
Because in the very next second, gust after gust of wind swept away the dust filling the sky. Blackbeard's figure suddenly tore through the smoke, followed by Wu Biao. But Wu Biao was incomparably fast, catching up to Blackbeard in the blink of an eye.
He stopped in front of Blackbeard's flying body, raised his leg high, and smashed it down—all in an instant.
His foot, wreathed in Hellfire, came crashing down without him even looking at Blackbeard's position, yet its accuracy was terrifying. That kick was like a falling iron hammer, smashing heavily into Blackbeard's face.
Bang—!
With a heavy impact, Blackbeard's head was driven into the ground almost instantly, planted upside down. Even his scream was forcibly choked off beneath the soil.
At that moment, he had only one thought: this mad little brat was far too decisive in everything he did.
There was no meaningless conversation...
No taunting after gaining the upper hand.
His torrential offensive did not even give his opponent the slightest chance to spout nonsense.
He simply did not care what you wanted to say. It gave people the feeling that...
Whatever it was, they could talk after the beating was over. Why was there so much nonsense during a fight?
It was precisely because of this fighting style that once one was suppressed into a disadvantage, it was almost impossible to find a chance to counterattack.
His teeth had fallen out, his nose bridge was