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There was no tactic.
There was no move.
For a frenzied beast, those were superfluous.
Following instinct and the surging tides of passion, it swung its limbs, unleashing violence and rage, casting aside all superfluous things like morality, reason, and wisdom, and beat relentlessly.
Roland straddled Li Lin, beating that smiling face mercilessly.
One punch, two punches, three punches.
The sound of bone hitting bone had a certain rhythm, bloodied fists sinking into the other's cheeks time and again, eyes dangling on the outside at some point, the nose bridge collapsed, teeth broken, even the temples and forehead had caved in.
Normally, Roland couldn't imagine himself doing such a thing, and at that moment, he had no spare capacity to think or distinguish; he roared and continued to throw his fists down.
But no matter how much he damaged it, Li Lin's disfigured face still sneered coldly.
