Soon, the man's Seven Injuries Fist had progressed to the fifth punch.
When the fifth punch was delivered, even Jiang Ce felt a bit of pressure. Of course, this pressure was only relative. It was like an adult who was used to dealing with kindergarteners suddenly facing a primary schooler. While it was still a situation of complete dominance, he still had to be wary of the child suddenly lashing out and leaving a few scratches.
Jiang Ce half-squinted.
A fine fist technique, indeed.
The man could no longer restrain himself. Punch after punch, and the bastard dodged every single one! How damn unlucky can I get?
He could no longer keep his composure and roared, "Seven Kills Fist—the Sixth Kill! The aftershock alone will be enough to tear you apart! Die!"
As the word "Die" left his lips, the golden light around his fist intensified, flaring like a mirror's reflection. The punch flew forward with overwhelming pressure.
"Alright, I've seen enough. I'm done playing with you."
