Tang Zheng stood at one meter eighty-three, nicely proportioned and fit. Yet when he threw himself towards Ivan, he suddenly seemed two sizes smaller. There was indeed something about Russian men: broad backs, burly waists, and the imposing figure of a heavily armored tank. Furthermore, their agility was uncanny; Ivan pushed off on his legs and charged with full force at Tang Zheng, avoiding the bullets while simultaneously seizing the initiative instead of merely avoiding the attack.
Tang Zheng sped up as well, and the next second, the two men collided with an unstoppable momentum.
Tang Zheng saw Ivan's iron fist flying towards his cheek with ferocious power. He didn't dodge, instead, chose to counter the punch directly. The resulting force pushed them both back a step. But Tang Zheng and Ivan advanced once more, to trade blows once again.
