Under the moonlight, Zhou Chen's laughter grew even more bloodthirsty.
Golden runes coiled around his fists and palms as he attacked Zheng Tu with savage frenzy, tearing through the air blow after blow.
"Gang Leader Zheng, try this move!"
"Take this one too!"
"Come on, come on! Why are you backing away? Why are you backing away?! Why are you backing away?!!"
Zhou Chen's voice grew fiercer and louder, his attacks increasingly frenzied.
In the end, he actually chose to trade injury for injury, utterly disregarding the attacks Zheng Tu landed on him. It was as though the very concept of "dodging" had vanished from his eyes, leaving only a hunter's pure pursuit and slaughter of his prey.
Bang, bang, bang-
Zheng Tu did everything he could to inflict injuries on Zhou Chen in exchange, but he soon fell into despair.
He discovered that Zhou Chen was like a monster incapable of feeling pain. His techniques landed on Zhou Chen without causing any real damage.
"No, I can't keep fighting like this."
"I have to leave!"
Zheng Tu instantly changed his footwork and thrust both palms forward. Compressed air at his fingertips surged out in waves, erupting with an ear-piercing shriek.
Zhou Chen's vision blurred for a moment, and a burst of excruciating pain shot through his ears.
Zheng Tu stamped hard against the ground, about to use his movement technique to escape. A glimmer of relief at having survived disaster flashed through his eyes. "You little bastard, next time I'll bring men to surround you and slowly wear you to death."
But the next moment, he suddenly felt something tighten around his ankle.
Already airborne, Zheng Tu looked back in terror and discovered that Zhou Chen had completely ignored his bleeding ears and clamped his right hand tightly around