But Ye Chen’s movements were swifter than theirs; almost the moment these men made their move, Ye Chen had already transformed into a blur. He intended to speak to these people with his fists.
He dodged their strikes, his body grazing their fists by a hair’s breadth.
Simultaneously, he clenched his fists, and countless phantom strikes flickered through the air, meeting their power head-on.
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