Tan Shaojie was battle-hardened. Although he wasn't unbeatable, he had never suffered such a humiliating defeat as he did today.
In just one move! To think that he had been defeated by Ling Zhenfei with a single move!
Suffering such a setback was an unthinkable disgrace for Tan Shaojie, a surge of extreme sorrow and indignation shot through him, even forcibly suppressing the physical pain he was enduring at that moment.
"Awooo!"
Tan Shaojie let out a howl like an injured lone wolf, his body suddenly springing into the air, and in the blink of an eye, he unleashed a series of more than ten kicks at Ling Zhenfei.
Bang bang bang!
True to his moniker "Ghostly Legs Young Master," Tan Shaojie's rapid succession of kicks created a series of afterimages in the night, overwhelming in their loud bangs and robust strength, completely surrounding Ling Zhenfei from front to back and left to right.
"Well done!"
