The person in front of him changed without a sound, and although Zhu Bufan was shocked in his heart, his actions did not pause at all. Even the slightest doubt on the battlefield can bring about death, a truth Zhu Bufan had learned as early as in the Virtual Realm. Fortunately, it was this experience that allowed him to remain unflustered at this moment. Although this youth appeared strangely, Zhu Bufan wasn't worried in the slightest; he was only surprised because the silver light that flashed in the other's eyes seemed so familiar. Could it be someone like me? Zhu Bufan pondered as his left hand waved, flames spouting from between his fingers, striking toward the youth's face.
With an indifferent expression on his face, the youth bent backward slightly, then charged toward Zhu Bufan's forehead in a headbutt. He had no intention of blocking Zhu Bufan's fist, which was wrapped in scorching flames.
