Zhao Mulong's eyes flashed with icy killing intent, "Next year's today will be your death anniversary!"
As his voice fell, he transformed into a fading shadow.
Swiftly following, numerous palm shadows ferociously bombarded toward Qin Jiang's face.
Facing the attack, Qin Jiang directly countered!
He struck out with his fists!
His speed was extremely fast, each punch filled with power.
Neither of them used weapons; it was purely physical close combat.
The two were like shooting stars, and except for those of equal or superior strength, no one could catch their movements.
Bang, bang, bang!
With every contact between Qin Jiang and Zhao Mulong, terrifying energy ripples would expand outwards from them, forcing the onlookers to retreat several steps to avoid the impact.
After more than a dozen exchanges, neither had the upper hand; the fight remained at a stalemate.
But between each move, the danger was extreme; at their level, even a slight flaw could be fatal!