Each of Zhao Luo's fists ripped apart the space but the moment they closed in on Xiao Yu's body, all of them were blocked and deflected by his palm, and the force of those fists was sent back at Zhao Luo.
Zhao Luo pushed down his legs and kept on throwing his fists at Xiao Yu without giving up.
Each second, more than twenty fists were being blocked by Xiao Yu.
The spectator around the Colosseum was silent as they moved forward on their seats so they could just a closer look at this fight.
To them, it looked like two people who had more than 20 arms were fighting.
As the speed of Zhao Luo's fist was just that fast but the palms of Xiao Yu came at the same speed thus an illusion was created for those who couldn't differentiate between each fist and palm.
Zhao Luo who was still throwing fists at Xiao Yu looked amazed.
'He is only defending. Can he go even faster?'
