"Eight Urgent Fist?"
Upon seeing Li Changhao take action once again, Han Zhan instinctively called out.
Yi Fan on the battlefield only heard a "buzz" sound.
Something moved so fast that it explosively compressed the air.
Then he saw Li Changhao appear in front of him.
It's him!
Li Changhao had a slightly manic smile on his face; engaging in close combat was his favorite thing in a fight.
"Brute."
"Thank you, that's quite apt!"
Li Changhao laughed loudly, his fist already swinging again.
This time, his fist was wrapped in a layer of white aura. With one Urgent unlocked, if Li Changhao's previous punch was the equivalent of a speeding car, then now it was at least a speeding train!
Yi Fan, exerting his full strength, cloaked himself with the Immortal talent.
Li Changhao's fist smashed into his abdomen, once again producing a metallic clang.
"Hahaha, how exhilarating!"
