Ning Zhuo realized the situation was dire and could only switch to defense.
Frost Freeze Fist!
Hanzhou's left fist shot forward, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, and with the swiftness of lightning aimed directly at Ning Zhuo's chest.
Ning Zhuo hurriedly crossed his hands to block.
Bang.
A muffled sound followed as Ning Zhuo stumbled backward several large steps.
While his block had stopped Hanzhou's fist, the force of the punch still permeated the defense, infiltrating Ning Zhuo's body.
Bitter Cold Qi!
Hanzhou pressed forward, changing his stance as his left leg rose high, spinning into a kick.
Old Cold Leg!
The kick was fierce, targeting Ning Zhuo's face. Ning Zhuo dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding it, but Hanzhou quickly changed tactics, his right fist striking like lightning at Ning Zhuo's ribs.
Ning Zhuo took the punch, his body momentarily weakening.
