Upon seeing his opponent make a move, Su Chen's figure flickered, and he instantly dodged.
Where he originally stood, a residual image fell, shattering the ground.
"Kid, I forgot to tell you, my strength is even above Zhan Si! So, by provoking me, you're doomed!" The Caucasian's voice was ice cold.
"You think you've got me all figured out?" Su Chen sneered, calling his opponent naïve, "Since you dare to attack me, then you're asking for death!"
As he spoke, a chilling killing intent surfaced in his eyes, and a fierce aura of murder suddenly erupted from him, sweeping through all directions.
It caused the temperature around to drop. The next moment, he stepped forward and charged ahead.
Simultaneously, golden patterns spread across his palm as he directly struck forward.
"Hmph!"
The middle-aged Caucasian did not dodge; seeing Su Chen rushing to kill, he roared angrily, his palms launching together.
His palm technique was peculiar, resembling boxing, simple yet brutal.
