"I want you dead."
At this moment, Li Yu had completely lost his mind.
When one punch missed, he immediately threw another.
The punch was fierce, but utterly useless.
Zhang Fan was like a leaf in a wild wind, fluttering unpredictably, moving ghostlike from left to right.
Li Yu's fist didn't even come close to touching Zhang Fan.
"That's the fifteenth punch, huh? Only five more, put some muscle into it, aim better," Zhang Fan reminded Li Yu while dodging.
Seeing this scene, both the audience on-site and the viewers in front of the TV were unsettled.
Damn, Zhang Fan is such a freak, managing to talk while dodging?
In the Armed Department, Hua Ling and her group's eyes were wide open.
"Boss, this guy Zhang Fan is defying the heavens. Li Yu's punches are even heavier than ours, and very fast, yet Zhang Fan completely dodges them," one of them exclaimed.
Hua Ling shook her head: "Haven't you been beaten by him? Even if you blindfold him, Li Yu couldn't hit him."
