"Bang!" Another clash, Black Death's fists felt a bit numb...
Ye Hao chuckled softly, "With your level of skill, it seems you're not enough for me to fight!"
Ye Hao's laughter made Black Death feel humiliated, so he attacked fiercely.
Seeing this, Ye Hao smiled, raised his fist, and then infused Inner Breath for a powerful strike.
"Bang!" The two fists clashed again, Ye Hao stood still, but Black Death's steps were forced to retreat repeatedly.
"Kid, you're strong, but if this is all you've got, then you might as well go meet Laden." Black Death thought Ye Hao was mimicking Laden, so he brought up Laden.
"Haha! Do you want to shoot?" Ye Hao laughed as he saw Black Death reach into his jacket.
"Hmph! Can you possibly dodge?" Black Death snorted, then loudly ordered his men, "Brothers, quick battle, finish him."
"Swoosh!"
Everyone simultaneously pulled out black pistols; although not Desert Eagles, they were internationally renowned small pistols.
