Tang Zhong, at some point unknown, had already flickered behind Yan Chihuo.
Upon hearing the sound, Yan Chihuo was utterly shocked, not expecting Tang Zhong to be so fast.
He suddenly turned around, punching towards Tang Zhong.
"Die!" Yan Chihuo shouted.
Just as the punch was about to land on Tang Zhong, it hadn't even touched the tip of Tang Zhong's nose.
In a flash, Tang Zhong flickered behind Yan Chihuo again.
"Too slow." Tang Zhong continued.
Yan Chihuo went completely berserk; one punch couldn't kill Tang Zhong, and even two punches couldn't kill Tang Zhong. He was a Martial Supreme, yet two punches couldn't defeat someone at Martial Arts Peak. To him, this was nothing short of humiliation.
"Ah…" Yan Chihuo roared frantically, his Demon Fist aiming at Tang Zhong, with even faster punching speed.
"Ah… Die!"
The frenzied fists seemed like phantoms.
Tang Zhong kept dodging, kept retreating.
