Xiao Feng, barehanded, sent his Fist Seal thundering, tyrannically blazing as he hammered towards Su Chen's head.
Little Jiu, on the other hand, wielded the Iron Hoop, howling furiously, piercingly shrill, locking onto Su Chen's body and ferociously smashing down.
In the blink of an eye.
The two were in front of Su Chen.
However.
Su Chen clearly had been prepared, his superior Perception had already told him what was happening behind him.
In a flash of lightning.
Su Chen suddenly turned his head.
A face pale and calm.
And a hint of murderous amusement flickering at the corner of his mouth.
"Thud..."
Su Chen punched out.
Too fast.
There was hardly any sound from the air friction.
A fierce and eerie punch, once thrown, instantly smashed into Xiao Feng's chest like Instantaneous Movement!!!
Very solid.
A heavy punch.