"Mingchen, be careful."
Seizing the moment Xu Mingchen turned around, Aiger sprang up from the ground, throwing a powerful punch aimed at the back of his head.
"Scum, despicable," Master Tang cursed weakly with difficulty.
Only through experience does one know, when that fist lands on the body, it could make one's organs ache.
Everyone else followed, tense and scared...
It's as if Xu Mingchen had eyes on his back; he twisted and vanished from his original spot.
Vanished? How could someone possibly vanish?
The expressions of shock were only halfway formed when people realized that he hadn't vanished, but rather his dodge was so swift that it seemed like he disappeared.
Aiger swung and missed, like a furious lion, biting with sharp teeth, roaring, "A weak chicken who only dodges, don't you dare fight me head-on?"
"Now it's my turn." Before Aiger finished his taunt, a voice like a ghost whispered from behind him.
Without hesitation, Aiger turned and punched, but missed again.
