"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"
After Lawrence was once again punched to the ground by Yang Fei, he frantically tore at the earth around him, sending mud and rocks flying.
Springing to his feet, the wounds on his face healed at an astonishing rate.
His eyes, a deep shade of blue, locked onto Yang Fei and he shouted angrily, "Come at me again, I don't believe you can hit me every time!"
No sooner had he spoken than thunder exploded in his mind.
Shaken, Lawrence roared defiantly, ignoring the terrifying thunderclap in his mind, and closed his eyes to swing his arms violently forward.
"Bang!"
In the muffled sound, Lawrence staggered back seven or eight steps but did not fall.
Yang Fei's body was also swept away by Lawrence's wildly swinging arms.
"Hahaha!"
Laughing maniacally, Lawrence, with a fierce look, pounced toward Yang Fei, "Your influence on me is diminishing, and besides, such tactics must be costing you as well. I wonder how much longer you can hold up!"
Yang Fei's heart sank.