"Too slow," Wang Hao beckoned with his fingers again.
Having undergone two transformations with the assistance of the Dust bead and Luck Energy, Wang Hao's physical condition was naturally far from comparable to before. In his eyes, Yamamoto Ichiro's punch was almost like swatting a fly...
"You're just showing off!" This time, Yamamoto Ichiro charged forward, his fists and feet as swift as the wind. But Wang Hao was as agile as a monkey, hopping around. Whenever a punch managed to reach him, it was swiftly slapped away by Wang Hao with a smack. In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than a dozen rounds. Yamamoto Ichiro was aggressive in his attacks, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Wang Hao's clothes!
Below the stage, Liao Changge and the other two Tributors shook their heads as they watched Wang Hao's movements, with Tributor Ye asking in wonder, "Where did this kid learn this martial arts? I've never seen such a style before."
