One punch after another, the frequency of his strikes created a blur around Yan Jiang's shoulder. Black-yellow fluid splattered everywhere from "Su Xiujun," coating the ground. His movements didn't stop—each punch faster than the last!
"Urgh! Urgh! Argh! Come on! Stand up!"
Low growls escaped from Yan Jiang's mouth periodically; after hearing them for long, it became impossible to tell whether he was furious or exhilarated. One thing was certain—he was completely unhinged!
The group was astonished. Although they had heard of Yan Jiang's insane battle frenzy before, hearing was one thing; seeing was another. In fact, calling him "mad" at this moment felt like a gross understatement. Still, the more unhinged Yan Jiang became, the more reassurance he provided to those around him.
