Wu Xin was livid. His attack was swift, fierce, and utterly unreserved, his speed reaching its peak. Zhao Tiezhu could not tell what style of boxing this was, but he knew the power behind it was not to be underestimated.
He raised Black Widow with his right hand and hurled her forward like a projectile, then dashed out toward the entrance. As he moved, he goaded:
"What’s wrong? Worked up? Losing your cool because you’re ashamed? A dog like you isn't even qualified for this—your own lackey is nearly dead, and you haven't even flared up!"
Chapter 390