"Interesting. So the World Government sent you to kill me. Shouldn't you at least tell me your name first?"
Ye Chen straightened with a smile. In an instant, his entire bearing changed. His dark, striking eyes still held that smile, but a chilling light had appeared in them.
"Rob Lucci."
Lucci kicked a nearby table at Ye Chen. Ye Chen swung his fist, and his knuckles cracked as he smashed the flying table to pieces. Before the fragments hit the floor, a dark blur flashed before his eyes. Lucci had already lunged at him.
Bang! Lucci drove a fist at Ye Chen. His massive knuckles cut through the air and closed to within inches of Ye Chen's face. Ye Chen's expression hardened, and he met the blow with a sharp left hook.
Boom...
Their fists collided head-on. A violent shock wave burst outward, sending nearby tables and chairs flying. Ye Chen felt the formidable force running down his arm. He smiled and pressed harder. Lucci refused to yield, the veins on his arm bulging.
Neither gained the upper hand. In a contest of raw strength, they were evenly matched. They each stepped back twice, and Lucci raised his right leg without hesitation. "Rankyaku!"
At such close range, the blade of air reached Ye Chen in a blink. He hurriedly rolled aside, but the moment he regained his footing, a fierce gust came at him from behind. Lucci was astonishingly fast, giving him no chance to catch his breath. "Finger Pistol!"
Lucci's right index finger stabbed mercilessly toward Ye Chen's back. Ye Chen suddenly stumbled—and somehow dodged it cleanly.
Seeing Ye Chen sway like a drunk, Lucci closed in again. His fists whipped through the air, his legs followed, and a fierce barrage of attacks rained down. Yet Ye Chen moved