Eternal Trap
Editor: Henyee Translations
Peng, peng, peng! Zhang Fang felt as if the whole sky was filled with fists, as if they were multiple stars that were crashing towards him. They were as heavy as could be.
At this moment, he felt that time was incredibly long. It was clearly just three moves, so why was it not over yet?
Finally, Ling Han stopped.
Zhang Fang was breathing heavily, his face filled with shock.
He was completely outmatched!
This was the strength of the Golden Generation. It was too terrifying.
What he didn't know was that Ling Han hadn't used Body Art yet. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to withstand a single punch.
"Brother Ling's might is indeed top-notch in the world." Zhang Fang sighed, and directly took out a jade box, handing it over. "This is Iron Bull Blood Fruit."