The King Fei Lie immediately projected over, but before he could see what was happening, a slap landed on his face, spinning him twice in the void. Before he could react, a kick hit him square in the chest, sending him flying backward. As he came to his senses, the Monarch's fist was already right in front of him.
"Dare to get distracted in a fight with me? You're asking for death." The Monarch finished his words, having thrown nineteen punches and delivered over twenty kicks, half of which landed on King Fei Lie's ribcage, leaving him in a mess, struggling to hold his ground, unable to afford any distraction for exploration.
The pace of their melee was extremely fast; losing the advantage could mean getting oppressed and taking a long time to recover.
Ange, meanwhile, swaggered as he severed all the soul contacts of the Undead Dragon People, over ninety thousand in total.
