Crimson blood stained the figures of Qiao Chu and others, and they did not have so much 'fun' in a long time, the anger deep in their hearts had reaching a boiling point.
"Come on! Let's continue!" Qiao Chu stood on a pile of corpses, snarling at the terrified Long Xuan City soldiers. With only a pair of fists, he had already defeated many opponents. None of the blood dripping from his clenched fists belonged to him.
That roar frightened the soldiers of Long Xuan City. They had never seen such rude and brutal opponent. Each bare-knuckle strike was vicious and accurate. The strength of Qiao Chu's fists was indescribable; the brute strength of his one punch could cave a man's chest. It was simply unbelievable.
