It wasn't until that unparalleled fist was about to come close to Zhang Yujie's cheek that he hurriedly avoided it.
Ling's body and Zhang Yujie were close at hand, and the two of them quickly started fighting.
Only then did Zhang Yujie see clearly Ling's explosive body. He saw that the other person was just the same age as him, but he actually had such domineering muscles!
Zhang Yujie has never been afraid of muscular men, because that means slow movement. He can tease the other person wantonly and use his dexterous movements to make the other person feel embarrassed and crazy.
But it was different now. Zhang Yujie discovered that this man's speed was equally good. Although it was only slightly worse than his own, he still forced him to dodge.[
Moreover, in the darkness, Zero's fist whistled in the wind, causing a large drop of sweat to fall on Zhang Yujie's forehead.
Zhang Yujie realized that continuing like this was not an option. He had already lost to the man opposite him in terms of strength. If he still couldn't gain an advantage in terms of speed, he would lose.
On the road with no lights or moonlight, and occasionally a few cars passing by at high speed, two talented fighting boys were already engaged in a life-and-death fight. The one who lost would have to die!
Zhang Yujie is the type who knows how to enjoy fighting and slowly improve his strength. An opponent like Ling only meets once in a hundred years. He feels more and more excited, sweat is soaked in his palms, and there is even a smile that cannot be hidden at the corner of his mouth.
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He found it very enjoyable, it was so enjoyable! Unknowingly, Zhang Yujie became more and more comfortable in fighting, getting stronger when encountering strong ones. Even he could feel it, and his speed seemed to have improved a little. He could already easily avoid Zero's punches and kicks.
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After reaching this level, the next step is to return his fist! Zhang Yujie's heart was as calm as water, and his eyes carefully observed the opponent's punch. After he dodged an uppercut, his fist
Then he hit the other person on the cheek.
He didn't use a knife, and of course he knew that move would be useless against the man in front of him.
Hit!
A flash of joy flashed in Zhang Yujie's heart, but then came horror.
Zhang Yujie felt as if his fist had hit a copper wall. Although there was no "cang" sound, he felt a faint pain!