Swoosh!
Anang’s leg lashed out like a steel whip. The force behind it was several thousand pounds of force as he was using his full strength and speed of his cultivation base at the Mid Core Formation Realm.
However, despite the speed of his kick, that force landed on nothing as Dai Hee dodge him once again.
‘He-He’s reading my movements and dodging even before I make a move? How is he doing this? This fucker was nothing more than an ant I could kill with a flick of my finger half a year ago, how did he become like this?’
As Anang threw out another punch, his body suddenly trembled.
“Damn it, my injuries from fighting that bastard still hasn’t healed.”
“Cousin Anang, I won’t return to the clan no matter what, and you can’t force me to or do anything else I don’t want to.”
Anang stared at Dai Hee who was looking at him with a serious expression; an ugly look appeared on his face.
“Bastard!”