Close-quarters combat was exactly what Fu Qian had been hoping for, but seeing Feng Yunhong's actions at this moment, Fu Qian had no intention of confronting him; instead, he turned tail and ran.
Thus, a bizarre scene emerged: previously it was Fu Qian pursuing the close-quarters Feng Yunhong, but now it had completely reversed, with Feng Yunhong, eyes bloodshot, chasing behind, and Fu Qian running a marathon in front, occasionally looking back to lash out with his whip.
"Bastard!"
Accompanied by a roar of despair, Feng Yunhong's figure staggered.
The next moment, a muffled boom echoed as his body exploded from top to bottom, creating an indomitable storm.
However, this terrifying strike was still a bit short and ultimately didn't reach Fu Qian up ahead.
I knew you would use this move.
Fu Qian snorted.
It could only be said that you're thinking too much, big brother—I slipped away eight yards when you were probably still playing in the mud!
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