"Fight!"
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
...
Amid the chanting crowd, Zhao Dashan rushed towards Miyamoto Jiro.
"Hehe!"
Yet Miyamoto Jiro scoffed in disdain and, rather than retreating, advanced to meet Zhao Dashan. Despite wearing wooden clogs, his speed was in no way inferior to his opponent's.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
As soon as the two met, they immediately began to exchange blows. Their fists and palms clashed in a flurry, attacking each other several times in rapid succession—so fast, it was almost dizzying to watch.
The impassioned audience below could only see two shadows collide and instantly entwine in battle. With each punch and kick, a whooshing sound tore through the air as the fierce wind from their strikes hit the spectators head-on.
Bang!
After another exchange, Zhao Dashan and Miyamoto Jiro finally separated.
