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Bi Hecheng had already suffered once, so naturally, he took all precautions, guarding with his left hand in front of him and transforming his right hand into a fist, launching a forceful strike at Zhou Heng.
What he didn't expect was that Zhou Heng's movements were even more elusive than a swimming fish; with a light twist of his feet, he was already at Bi Hecheng's left side, throwing a heavy punch at his ribs.
Bi Hecheng, caught off guard, didn't stand a chance and took another punch.
"Ah—" He let out a painful roar, his face turning pale and then a deep red.
How shameful!
Since his initial hard defeat at Black Water Hall by a stronger senior brother, he had never been this embarrassed, but Zhou Heng had now made him taste this bitterness again!
