"Boom!"
Another punch.
Lin Hao was once again sent retreating.
This time, he fell back ten steps.
He charged again.
The third punch.
The fourth punch!
The fifth punch!
To the shock of the onlookers, Lin Hao seemed not to fear pain or death. His hands were reduced to skeletal whiteness, but his expression remained unchanged, as calm and indifferent as ever.
His eyes were profoundly deep, never revealing his thoughts.
Nangong Wan'er could hardly bear to watch, her eyes brimming with worry.
"Boom!"
The sixth punch was thrown.
This time, Lin Hao only retreated three steps.
Song Manjiang's aged eyes were full of astonishment and horror.
Lin Hao's performance was so astounding that it filled him with fear.
This man, he must not be allowed to live!
Song Manjiang made another move, this time he didn't wait for Lin Hao to strike. After repelling Lin Hao, he pressed forward, relentlessly attacking with punches and kicks, like raindrops.
Lin Hao was covered in wounds.
