Dragging the corpse downstairs, Gao Yang found that there were corpses strewn across the street.
Clearly, Yarebin wasn't idle outside, but his pressure wasn't too great indeed, because Gao Yang only saw some people dodging at the end of the distant street, a few cars parked, but no one dared to approach the house where the battle had just ended.
Gao Yang took a deep breath, trying to adjust after freeing himself from the battle that felt otherworldly.
Gao Yang doubted he'd ever fight another battle like the one just now for the rest of his life.
One's strength is one factor; the enemy's strength is also crucial. If the enemy is too strong, like Butter Knife, possessing human peak combat power, invincibility is out of reach. Conversely, if encountered with weaklings, such an exhilarating and pressure-filled battle can't happen.
The enemy must be strong enough yet not strong enough to interrupt and elevate Gao Yang, just like those he just encountered — that's the key.
