"It's been a while since I've had a fight," said Ouyang Qingtian's eldest, "just take him out directly." The Bull twisted his neck, his face fierce as he stared at Black Cyclone.
"Heh...is that so? Young Master Wang said the same to me." Hearing the Bull's threat, Black Cyclone revealed a cold smirk.
"Hmph, just you?" The Bull snorted coldly through his nostrils, already making his move, his arm smashing down like a hammer on stone, aiming fiercely at Black Cyclone. The punch hadn't reached yet, but the sound of it cut through the air, a 'whoosh' that was not to be underestimated.
Seeing this, Black Cyclone hadn't expected the Bull to be so shameless as to attack while speaking, and could only cross his arms over his chest in a hasty defense against the punch.
"Boom..." The Bull's fists slammed into Black Cyclone's arms with a thunderous noise. Both men were solid in their actions, but Black Cyclone had mistaken; the Bull didn't retreat after that punch but continued his assault.
