That single slap seemed to completely reverse the entire situation.
Bloody fist shadows pierced the void, falling one after the other like a downpour of light.
Swinging with both hands, Xia Changsheng continuously rained blows down upon Yang An's head, the echoing smacks ringing clearly through the extraterrestrial starry sky. At such close quarters, all magic and spells paled far in comparison to the sheer might of physical combat.
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