Even before joining the Chat Group, Zhang Sanfeng had never been one to hold his tongue.
He simply hadn't had many chances to show it since retiring from the Martial World.
And now, this was Zhang Sanfeng Plus!
"Do you think you've got us cornered?" Pang Ban remained calm despite being on the back foot.
Smack!
Zhang Sanfeng punched him in the eye, nearly bursting his eyeball.
"Are you blind? Still putting on airs when you're in this state?" Zhang Sanfeng's attacks grew fiercer. He had always loathed people who put on airs.
"Do you even know who calls the shots on this battlefield?"
Caught off guard, Pang Ban had lost count of how many of his inner-demon Dao shadows Zhang Sanfeng had smashed apart.
"You dare humiliate me like this?" Pang Ban was shocked and furious. "You're courting death!"
"You just want to call for backup, don't you? Go on. Let's see who you can bring."
Zhang Sanfeng's mouth never stopped, and neither did his fists. His Tai Chi Fist flowed with effortless force.
"As if we don't know what card you've got up your sleeve. What else can you do besides call for help?"
Pang Ban's face turned ashen. The wounds Zhang Sanfeng had dealt him hurt less than those words.
How is this anything like the Zhang Sanfeng I heard about? What kind of group is yours? How did it turn a perfectly good Zhang Sanfeng into this?
Still, Zhang Sanfeng had gotten one thing right: they could only call for backup.
With Pang Ban here, making that call was easy. At the very least, the faction behind him would be happy to help.
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