At that moment, Zhu Bufan's gaze turned icy, and he made his move.
True masters always maintain their composure in any situation, responding to change with consistency, adapting to myriad changes unfazed. No matter how swift the opponent, as long as they discern the opponent's movements and momentum, they can respond with ease.
Just as the Blood-Edged Saber was about to stab him, Zhu Bufan grabbed hold of Ah Hu's wrist with one hand, preventing any twitch or pull to free the saber.
"How pitiful and laughable… reduced to a mere tool for killing!"
Zhu Bufan sneered coldly, then clenched his hand into a fist and smashed it fiercely into Ah Hu's chest.
Bang Bang Bang!!
Zhu Bufan's fists were incredibly fast, delivering seven punches in the blink of an eye to Ah Hu's chest.
The force of each punch was incredibly powerful, almost plastered against his chest, pummeling inch by inch.
This Fist Technique was known as Military Seven Kills Fist.
