"I don't believe it!"
Mu Fan growled lowly and stepped forward again, his arms shaking and leaving behind countless afterimages.
The invader's shoulder sockets, ribs, abdomen, cheeks, and arms all bore the shadowy impact of Mu Fan's punches.
The invader, who was only half a step faster than Mu Fan, didn't dodge but instead exchanged blows with Mu Fan in an attitude that completely disregarded injury.
His war armor bore the brunt of Mu Fan's powerful, relentless punches.
Dents appeared all over his body but gradually self-repaired.
For every two punches Mu Fan landed, he was met with one solid metallic fist slamming into his own body.
Being only a fraction faster, it was impossible for Mu Fan to fully dodge the attacks.
Blood appeared on Mu Fan's fists, and the skin on his knuckles began to blur and mottle.
That was the result of his fist pounding against the metallic war armor.
