Smoke still lingered over the vast Martial Platform. The smell of blood mingled with the fierce gusts of force in the air, and tens of thousands of gazes remained riveted on its center. Even breathing had unconsciously grown quieter.
"Ah-you bitch! Die! Take this punch!"
A deafening roar suddenly exploded. Aodejiao's dark muscles bunched and tightened, veins crawling up his neck like venomous snakes. His enormous eyes burned blood-red as he glared at the slender yet brazen figure on the platform-Zhou Duoduo.
She stood proudly at the center of the Martial Platform, the cloud-patterned soles of her shoes grinding mercilessly into Odin and Rahhan, who had long since lost the strength to resist and lay sprawled like heaps of mud. Blood seeped from their mouths and noses, and the excruciating pain in their groins left them unable even to howl. They could only curl up and tremble.
His long-simmering fury completely swept away his reason. Aodejiao shattered the flagstones beneath his feet with a savage push and launched his massive body into the air like a rampaging Ferocious Beast gone berserk, bringing a howling gale with him. His huge fists clenched until his knuckles whitened, their force tearing through the air with world-destroying power as he struck straight for Zhou Duoduo's chest, throat, and other vital points. He vowed to pound this woman he hated to the marrow into bloody pulp!
At that critical instant, a dark figure flashed forward like lightning. Before its afterimage could fade, it planted itself squarely in Aodejiao's path.
It was Wu Zhifeng, who had been waiting nearby for his chance!
He stood tall, defiance written across his face. As he raised an arm to block the attack, he bellowed:
"Hey! You big black bastard! I've had my eye on you for ages! Today,