When their elbows collided, Duke Dracula did not have the chance to take advantage of the situation. Instead, he took the initiative to take a few steps back. Feeling the sharp pain from his elbow, he stared at Michael in shock and anger.
"How could your body be so strong? Did you practice the so-called external skills of the ancient martial arts of Harvaland?"
Under normal circumstances, if a second-grade Master of ancient martial arts in Harvaland confronted him head-on, he would definitely suffer losses. But at this time, it was Duke Dracula who suffered losses!
He took it for granted and thought that Michael practised the external skills in the ancient martial arts of Harvaland to improve his physical strength.
Michael didn't answer. He took a step forward and turned into an illusion in front of the other side. He punched out again. The sound was earth-shattering, like a cannonball.