"Hello, my name is Hao Jun..." The two figures turned to face each other.
One held out his hand and said with a smile, "Hello, my name is Hao Jun..."
"What a coincidence..." The other smiled too. "My name is also Hao Jun..."
"Holy shit... a clone?" The onlookers' eyes nearly popped out of their heads. "And he has a mind of his own?"
"That's so cool... I want to get a superpower soon too..."
"Haha... pretty badass, huh? I'm the first one among us to fuse with a superpower." Hao Jun shouted arrogantly, "Anyone got a problem with that? Come out and spar with me..."
At his words, the envy in the crowd's eyes immediately turned into something else.
These were the best fighters from their respective units, each fiercely proud. How could they tolerate Hao Jun's blatant provocation?
A burly man about seven feet three inches tall immediately stepped forward and sneered. "Kid, you're way too cocky. Let me, Fan Tieniu, loosen you up."
As he spoke, Fan Tieniu lunged at Hao Jun, swinging a fist the size of a cooking pot straight at him.
"Bring it on!" Hao Jun had let his success go to his head. Instead of dodging, he threw a punch right at Fan Tieniu's fist.
Bang! Their fists collided.
Hao Jun flew backward as though a charging bull had hit him head-on.
Luckily, he reacted quickly, twisting in midair to land on his feet.
His feet thudded against the ground as he stumbled back several more steps before steadying himself.
His arm throbbed with pain, especially his fist. The bones felt as though they had broken, and he couldn't stop it from trembling slightly.
"Shit... I got careless." Coming to his senses, Hao Jun wanted to slap himself. His strength was agility.