"Haha, let me show you the meaning of despair!"
Golden Fire was full of arrogance, guarding his chest with his hands, letting Qin Hao strike him relentlessly.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang...
The sound of metal clashing echoed at a speed comparable to a Gatling gun, attesting to the incredible speed of Qin Hao's punches.
In the eyes of many bigwigs, they saw Qin Hao's hands continuously attacking, with innumerable fists swarming in front of him.
Golden Fire, clearly almost 15 centimeters shorter than Qin Hao, stood in front of him like a schoolchild.
Yet, this schoolchild didn't fall under the storm of punches; instead, he stood with a crazed smile.
The bigwigs were stunned by this scene.
Clang clang clang clang...
A series of sounds rang out again. By now, Qin Hao had struck 246 punches, each backed by tremendous inner strength, with every blow palpable.
It could be said that even the Foshan Shadowless Kick at its peak wouldn't reach this speed.
