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A brief silence fell over the training ground!
The boy in front of him did not collapse as expected; instead, he blocked his punch, which had increased in strength.
His cheek twitched, and Wen Zheming's face became even more sinister!
Fine! Then let's try another move. Without more hesitation or giving Mu Fan more time to react, Wen Zheming stamped his left leg on the ground, his right foot swinging up into the air. He turned his fists into legs! Just before, a burly guy had been knocked out cold by this very move.
Trash!
Wen Zheming wanted to vent all his recent anger.
This time, Mu Fan raised his left arm, elbow bent, to meet the powerful wind-chopped kick, his right hand nestled between his shoulder and the back of his hand, and his figure sunk low.
Hmph! After a brief pause, Wen Zheming resumed his stance, using a double buffer to withstand the powerful impact.
