Lei Gangyang was also rather surprised that Jiang Chen had so casually taken his blow. He was apoplectic with rage, but his fighting spirit only grew.
He let out a long whistle, “The first punch was the appetizer, try taking another ten of my blows!”
When his whistle sounded, the skies and earth changed color as the sun and moon faded into darkness.
Lei Gangyang’s hands crossed as his boxing aura surged. Countless boxing shadows suddenly erupted like geysers. An incandescent firestorm immolated the skies, and fiery clouds fell helplessly to the ground, akin to a blazing meteor shower.
Such a concentrated boxing aura seemed to seal off all avenues of retreat.
Jiang Chen’s face was calm even in the face of such a sight. No dust marred the pristine, mirror-like state of his heart.
He deployed God’s Eye to the maximum and completely activated Psychic’s Head. In but a second, Jiang Chen had seen through the true meaning of the boxing shadows that covered the sky.
