As the sound died away, Zhao Tiezhu struck with ferocity. He moved with such blistering speed that his targets had no time to react, reaching them in an instant.
The two men had been on high alert, their nerves frayed and their eyes scanning the surroundings, but when their gazes met Zhao Tiezhu’s, they were instantly pulled into a vortex. They had not been injured yet, making them harder to control, but Zhao Tiezhu wasn't aiming for control—he was creating an opening.
As the vortex flickered before their eyes, Zhao Tiezhu lunged. He moved like a phantom, his hands striking like the hammer of the God of Thunder, slamming ruthlessly into the men's dantians.
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