Jyang Mengsheng's precious sword was destroyed, and he was injured, but now, he had the audacity to claim that he wanted to kill Lu Chuan.
Lu Chuan naturally didn't think him mad, to be spouting such nonsense.
If that were so, then he must have his own confidence.
Whish!
At this moment, Jyang Mengsheng quickly stepped forward and charged toward Lu Chuan.
He clenched his fists and threw a series of punches at Lu Chuan, raining them down like a storm.
His strength and speed were still remarkable, but to Lu Chuan, they seemed rather average.
Jyang Mengsheng threw punch after punch, but Lu Chuan easily blocked them all.
Immediately afterward, Lu Chuan threw a straight punch, hitting Jyang Mengsheng's abdomen just as he left an opening.
The next moment, Lu Chuan's overwhelming strength poured out, instantly forcing Jyang Mengsheng back by more than ten meters.
Blood spurted from Jyang Mengsheng's mouth, turning his complexion extremely ugly.
