Chu Dazhuang's hands clenched into fists as he engaged in fierce combat with Liu's men, exchanging blows. Chu Dazhuang was agile and flexible, and the perfect combination of his strength and skill amazed onlookers. The battle to besiege Chu Dazhuang never ceased, and Liu himself could see that this young man was extraordinary; with each passing moment, he fought more bravely and became more formidable.
Chu Dazhuang, faced with the onslaught of many, walked as if on level ground, advancing step by step. His eyes, full of anger, were locked on Liu, an intense clench of his fist displaying Chu Dazhuang's vigorous power. This punch seemed as if it would shatter all of Liu's illusions and authority.
Liu was powerless to block Chu Dazhuang's furious blows and suddenly felt a suffocating sensation, sweating profusely. He stared at Chu Dazhuang, involuntarily dodging his gaze, and at that moment, Liu felt as if he had lost all his dominance and dignity.
