Bang!
Bang!
Two dull thuds sounded almost simultaneously.
Xu Yang's blood energy was scattered by the blow. His clothes burst apart, revealing bronze skin, and his muscles and bones rumbled.
His body shuddered involuntarily. He took a great stride forward, his blood energy surging like waves.
At the same time, his large hand tore through Du Ziming's protective astral energy and slapped him hard across the face.
Smack!
A crisp slap rang out, knocking Du Ziming's head sideways.
His head buzzed, his cheek went numb, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.
He could not help opening his mouth and spitting out several teeth along with a mouthful of blood.
"You deserve to die!" Du Ziming flew into a rage, the killing intent he had deliberately concealed bursting out of his body.
He knew Xu Yang was deliberately humiliating him because he had joined forces with Huo Xiaochेन.
The slap was not particularly powerful, but it was humiliating enough. Who slapped their opponent in a fight between martial artists?
With a furious roar, Du Ziming's eyes turned bloodshot. He appeared behind Xu Yang like a phantom, his fist wrapped in powerful astral energy as he struck with the force of collapsing mountains and surging seas. His target was precisely where his previous punch had landed.
"Not bad speed."
Xu Yang spun around and threw a punch of his own.
Wrapped in rolling blood energy, his fist streaked like a meteor across the sky, heading straight for Du Ziming's head. Before it even arrived, ripples had already appeared in Du Ziming's protective astral energy.
He had not expected Xu Yang to react so quickly. If he followed through, his fist would only strike Xu Yang's abdomen, causing some internal injuries at most. But if Xu Yang's fist landed on his