Wang Zikai burst out laughing with his hands on his hip, his expression haughty. “Stop boasting. I see nothing special…”0

In his moment of distraction, Azure Dragon was already right before him. Wang Zikai started. The man had gotten faster!0

Azure Dragon started swinging. He named the move A Thousand Simple Punches.1

It felt as if a blanket of fists was closing in on Wang Zikai. He couldn’t tell the real one from the afterimage. Punches varying in power landed on him like rain. Although they did little damage to him, they rendered him helpless, and he was forced to back away.0

Wang Zikai couldn’t even raise his hands. Whenever he tried to draw power to his arms, he was interrupted...0