"It's fine, he can't do anything to me!" Zhou Xingxing said calmly and then looked up at Orange.
This person was not easy to deal with. Although they were both in the Initial Threshold Stage, his strength was clearly beyond that simple designation.
Suddenly, a whooshing sound erupted from the surroundings, as if the air itself had been sliced open.
Zhou Xingxing's expression grew more solemn. Orange stepped forward, raising his arm without any warning, and then threw a harsh punch towards Zhou Xingxing's head.
The move was as fast as lightning, and it was hard to find the words to describe it.
To say it was a punch, was really an understatement; it was more like a smashing, or a hammering.
His fist seemed to transform into a hammer, like that of a blacksmith, ferociously and violently smashing down.
Zhou Xingxing's eyelids twitched; he had never expected his opponent to attack with such a method.
Without a second thought, he immediately flipped backward.
Whoosh!
