Just then, Violent Dragon grinned and drove his foot hard into the ground.
With a thud, the stone slab beneath his foot cracked in a ring as though struck by a heavy hammer. Then he charged at Wang Meng like a tank.
"So fast..." Wang Meng's pupils contracted sharply, and his scalp prickled. He had never expected someone as massive as Violent Dragon to possess such explosive speed.
Before he could fully react, Violent Dragon's fist was already hurtling toward his chest with a whistling rush of wind.
There was no time to think. Wang Meng instinctively crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Bang!
Wang Meng felt as though a charging elephant had slammed straight into him. His arms instantly went numb, almost losing all sensation.
His feet pounded against the ground as he involuntarily staggered back four or five steps before stopping.
"I'm not done yet..."
Before Wang Meng could steady himself, Violent Dragon's second punch arrived, smashing into Wang Meng's arms again.
Another muffled bang rang out, and Wang Meng stumbled back several more steps.
Then Violent Dragon gave Wang Meng no chance to catch his breath, hammering punch after punch into the arms crossed over his chest.
Bang, bang, bang! The blows fell like raindrops.
Wang Meng kept sliding backward, his feet scraping two deep grooves into the ground.
At the same time, he felt his opponent's fists growing heavier and heavier, like iron hammers. The intense pain made him tremble uncontrollably.
Sweat seemed to gush straight out of his skin, soon soaking his entire body.
His chest began heaving, and his breathing grew labored. Nothing like this had happened even during his previous nineteen fights.
"Come on... why isn't Wang Meng fighting back?" Watching Wang Meng get beaten without pause, Hao Shuai paced in