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Zhang Fan's bones were filled with a fighting spirit.
Ying Yun's punch was like a fire igniting in his blood.
Exhilarating, very exhilarating! Just like Ying Yun had felt just now!
Zhang Fan didn't use Butterfly Dance Step; he relied solely on the explosive power of his body as he charged toward Ying Yun.
With a stamp, he leapt!
Instantly, mud splashed across the grassy field! How could the soft soil withstand the force of Zhang Fan's stamp?
Miao Da and his group were shocked beyond measure.
Damn, this kid is actually taking the initiative to strike?
Ying Yun smiled, his lips curving in a smirk as he watched Zhang Fan charge forward, clenching his fist and raising his hand—a gust of wind suddenly whipped up.
With the movement of his arm, it hurtled towards Zhang Fan.
Feeling the fierce punch, Zhang Fan's eyes were incredibly bright.
This was the flesh-to-flesh combat he craved.
Zhang Fan raised his hand, concentrating all his strength into his right arm.
