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Yang Junxiong abruptly jumped up from the ground and, like a tiger leaping down the mountain, charged fiercely toward a person five meters away.
"Bang!" The force of his fist went through the shoulder, shattering bones.
His opponent let out a wail and was sent flying, releasing the long spear in his hand.
"Clang!" Yang Junxiong kicked the spear, which spun in the air before falling into his hands.
Seeing Yang Junxiong holding the long spear, the others scattered, the greed in their eyes disappearing.
A dying camel is still bigger than a horse; Yang Junxiong, a Martial Artist of the entry rank, even if injured, still possessed formidable combat strength.
Moreover, his elemental energy circulated without end, and his breath quickly recovered to eighty or ninety percent of his pre-battle state. From the outside, he looked rosy-cheeked as if he were not seriously affected.
"If you want to die, come at me!" Yang Junxiong scanned his surroundings.
"Let's go, quickly."
