At Ring 2, Bull Demon cornered Zhou Xian and lunged at him with a wild laugh.
As long as he could pin Zhou Xian down, he could beat up this guy who only knew how to dodge as much as he liked.
As for punching and kicking, since Zhou Xian was too agile, Bull Demon was afraid of missing and hitting the iron net. Although he didn't fear the pain, it could expose a weakness.
"Haha, I'm going to twist your head off and sit on it," Bull Demon wildly reached out, his calloused and broad palm like a giant fan, easily capable of slapping Zhou Xian.
"Daydreaming!" Contrarily, Zhou Xian, fearless as a dead pig is for boiling water, not only refused to accept his fate but was also incredibly sassy, as if he was impatient to live.
This further enraged Bull Demon, and he added three parts more strength to his hand, wishing he could tear this foul-mouthed weakling to pieces.
"Bull Demon, kill him, smash him quick, I've bet a hundred thousand on you."