"Fatso, today I'm definitely going to beat you to death," Zhang Fan raged furiously.
Even though he could knock someone down with a single palm strike, hell, there were over eighty people here, and he had just his two hands.
Additionally, there were intervals between each Thunderclap Palm strike, after all, it was synchronized with his breathing.
Between each breath, damn it, if it weren't for his quick Butterfly Dance Step, by now, he would have taken at least twenty punches.
Even with the Butterfly Dance Step, Zhang Fan still got punched in the head.
This bunch of sons of bitches was extremely vicious; if it were the old days, he would have been knocked down by that punch by now.
Zhang Fan was enraged.
"Ha!"
He raised his hand, and a Thunderclap Palm sent a charging person flying; the next moment, Zhang Fan swiftly dodged.
"Damn it, go to hell."
