As soon as these words were spoken, Zeng Hong's muscles instantly tensed, and then he sprang up from the ground, charging at Xue An with a fierce punch.
No more weakness and begging for mercy like before!
In fact, Zeng Hong had calculated well in his heart!
Unlike that guy Yu Yang, he was a dignified Body Cultivator, his muscles hardened as if tempered like magical treasures.
Ordinary Sword Qi couldn't hurt him at all.
So, if reconciliation wasn't possible, he'd first launch a punch; this human youth would surely dodge, and that would be his chance to escape.
This plan seemed perfect.
But plans often change, just as his punch reached Xue An.
Instead of dodging as Zeng Hong had expected, Xue An didn't move at all; instead, he raised his hand, formed a fist, and excitedly shouted, "Well done!"
And then went for a direct hit.
At first, Zeng Hong was delighted, thinking perhaps this human youth was out of his mind!
Daring to go punch for punch with him.
