His gaze was calm:
"Use the spirit stones in the device. I won't be so courteous with the second move."
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.
He suppressed the agitation in his chest.
He still met Zhu Wanjun's gaze calmly, then grinned.
"I told you, don't waste so many words on your enemies."
Silence.
As soon as he said this,
everyone in the arena subconsciously, involuntarily opened their mouths.
"Good!!"
"I'll satisfy you!"
Zhu Wanjun's eyes abruptly turned cold.
The next moment, he slowly threw a punch at Zeng Anmin.
He was like mountains and rivers, bringing incomparable pressure with him!
This pressure was felt not only by Zeng Anmin, but by everyone in the courtyard.
"Buzz!!!"
The pressure emanating from Zhu Wanjun had even condensed into tangible waves of air!
It sent all the leaves around them flying!
He looked expressionlessly at Zeng Anmin.
He punched!
"Bang!!!"
At that critical moment,
Zeng Anmin actually struck first.
Before Zhu Wanjun could make his move, he had already leaped high into the air, his fist like an iron hammer as it whistled through the air.
Yet compared to Zhu Wanjun's fist, the sound of his whistling was so tiny and weak.
A sharp glint flashed in Zhu Wanjun's eyes.
He had even prepared to withdraw his strength at any time.
Just as fist was about to collide with fist,
Zeng Anmin suddenly grinned.
The next moment,
his body strangely veered aside, shifting from directly in front of Zhu Wanjun to his flank.
At that critical moment,
he brushed past the edge.
He barely avoided the pressure of that punch.
But although he had only evaded the heart of the punch's storm, the fist wind raised at its edges still slammed directly into him.
"Bang!!"
Zeng Anmin was sent flying again.
"Cough,