The two legs of the Hundred-Lion were slightly bent, and layers of barbaric force continuously spread as he leaped forward, transforming into a fleeting shadow that vanished from sight.
Lu Hong did his utmost to track his opponent's movement, took a deep breath, and, with the power of his blood and qi, faced the challenge once again.
Close combat had always been Lu Hong's pride, and although occasionally, just occasionally, he was suppressed by opponents with superior techniques, he had never been thoroughly defeated.
The combat skills of the Hundred-Lion were actually mediocre, which is why Lu Hong had managed to surprise and overwhelm him from ambush. Thus, Lu Hong refused to lose purely at the level of strength.
He aimed to crush the Hundred-Lion head-on. By his calculation, he had about eight minutes left.
The roaring of the air constantly rang in his ears as the Hundred-Lion's punches and kicks moved so fast they almost blended into one, enveloping Lu Hong without any gaps.
