Facing Zhao Ziming's fierce punch, Zhou Zeyu's eyes revealed disdain as he maintained a relaxed and lazy demeanor, easily stepping back.
"Whoosh!" Zhao Ziming's punch missed, brushing past Zhou Zeyu's nose.
"Bang!" Just then, as Zhao Ziming attempted to throw his second punch, Zhou Zeyu's fist heavily slammed into Zhao Ziming's stomach, sinking deep.
"Wow!" Instantly, Zhao Ziming felt all his strength drain away, his stomach churning.
After opening his mouth, the bile was vomited out by Zhao Ziming, his entire body weakened, and he directly knelt before Zhou Zeyu.
"With your pathetic skills, you dare to confront me? Absolutely delusional!" Zhou Zeyu's eyes brimmed with contempt as he raised his hand and delivered two heavy slaps to Zhao Ziming's face.
"Slap slap!" Two crisp slaps clearly echoed in everyone's ears.
"Swish!" With that sound, Zhao Ziming was sent flying seven or eight meters, falling to the ground.
