Victory! Great Victory!

"Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh?" Wu Haoyang seemed to have completely transformed into a repeater amidst the messy wind. He continuously "eh-ing" while scurrying away.

Eight meters away, Wu Haoyang felt the great power in his waist disappearing.

He leaned back and slowed down, step by step. After running for a few steps, he finally regained his balance and his back was finally straight again.

The expressionless Han Jiangxue was right in front of him.

Wu Haoyang turned red. He was still being all arrogant and haughty, but to his surprise, he was actually pushed out in the next second.

Who is it?

What kind of strange Star Technique is this?

He just poked me lightly, but I ended up being pushed out by more than ten meters?

Wu Haoyang turned around, only to see Jiang Xiao standing in the spot that he was in earlier on.

It turns out to be him!?!