The Fist Saint was actually this formidable after erupting in power, startling Ye Meng and Ye Lei. However, their encirclement with Chirp had already taken shape; with the arrow on the string, they had no choice but to fire!
"Old man, take another punch from me!" Ye Meng threw a punch straight at the Fist Saint's heart!
The Fist Saint shifted his feet and dodged again. But just as he was about to counterattack, Ye Meng's left hand had already clenched into a fist and surged toward him!
It was true that Ye Meng could not lock onto him, so the Fist Saint could use exquisite footwork or even teleportation to evade Ye Meng's attacks. But Ye Meng understood that as well. A relentless series of deadly punches forced the Fist Saint back step by step.
In two seconds, the two had exchanged more than thirty moves. Ye Meng had seized the initiative to make up for the gap between himself and the Fist Saint, not daring to relax in the slightest for fear that, once the Fist Saint caught his breath, he would no longer be able to withstand him.
Just then, Ye Lei and Chirp's support arrived. Two terrifying auras came from behind him, and a ferocious glint flashed through the Fist Saint's eyes!
He teleported behind Ye Meng. As though sensing something, Ye Meng immediately twisted around and threw a punch. Yet this time, the Fist Saint neither dodged nor evaded. His left hand traced a circle and lightning-fast seized Ye Meng's right fist, while his right palm struck directly into Ye Meng's chest. "Kid, your time to die has come!"
"Old man, you're about to get slapped in the face again!" Ye Meng laughed. The right fist seized by the Fist Saint suddenly shot out a