Xiao Chen hadn't even used any martial arts; relying solely on the repeating crossbow and tear gas, he had already broken through over twenty thousand meters.
"Speaking of shamelessness, aren't we even more shameless?"
Quan said calmly, "Two million against one person is inherently unfair, any method he uses can be understood."
"Hmph, now he doesn't have any other tricks, does he?"
Duke Charles snorted coldly.
The poison needles were gone forever.
The tear gas was used up.
What else could Xiao Chen do?
Xiao Chen showed Charles with his fists what he would do.
Boom!
Xiao Chen's fists blasted out like cannons.
With each punch, at least a dozen people fell.
If the previous performance was the wisdom of the War God King, then this time it's pure strength.
Strength so overwhelming it filled everyone with fear.
Xiao Chen showed no sign of stopping.
The people in front of him were blasted away one by one.
He seemed to possess the power of ghosts and gods.
