"Crushing Mountain Strike!"
On the sidelines, Secretary Zhang's heart was already in his throat. Especially when Ling Bing's fists were just a punch's distance from Hao Jian's chest, his hands clenched tightly.
But when he saw Hao Jian's fists, which had been held aloft above his head, suddenly curve at a strange angle and appear on either side of Ling Bing, the smile on Ling Bing's face instantly vanished. His expression changed drastically as he swiftly altered his direction, redirecting his fists to meet Hao Jian's offensive.
This time, Hao Jian truly demonstrated to Ling Bing what it means to "encircle Wei to rescue Zhao."
"Boom!"
Their attacks collided in that instant, unleashing an utterly ferocious gust of wind from the point of impact, sweeping outward. Their legs staggered apart and trembled violently, kicking up the dust on the ground.
"Rippp!"
