Seemingly convinced that Cheng Yu was mocking him, Bear Man bared a vicious grin.
Then, from Cheng Yu's perspective, the burly man vanished in the blink of an eye.
A fierce gust of wind followed.
By the time his vision returned to normal, the burly man was only three steps away.
Looking at the fist larger than his own head, Cheng Yu had no doubt that a single punch could pulverize him.
No, wait. I'm wearing the Pure White Emissary. Minced flesh and blood should count as filth, so that punch should turn me into a humanoid mixture of blood and flesh.
Seeing the vicious grin on his opponent's face, Cheng Yu sighed anyway.
Looks like anyone wearing a smile can be classified as an ally, even if their smile isn't very pretty.
In an instant, Cheng Yu held Mad Song before him with both hands.
If his opponent insisted on throwing that punch, Mad Song would most likely cleave his fist in two.
But just as Cheng Yu thought this, the burly man twisted his body in a way Cheng Yu could not comprehend, dodging several iron skewers fired from Iron Smiling Face.
After draining several Demons, Iron Smiling Face now had traces of blood vessels and muscle on the smile originally formed from bent iron skewers, with splinters of bone protruding in places.
Seemingly realizing that the first strike had failed, Iron Smiling Face fired another volley of iron skewers. The burly man frowned. These skewers appeared to have cut off his movement, and a pair of metal gauntlets appeared on his hands in an instant.
He had seen what happened to those Demons when he came down earlier. Naturally, he would not risk letting these iron skewers touch him.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Cheng Yu could not even