At this moment, Ye Xuan had also arrived in front of him.
Crackling sounds!
The intense and chaotic sounds echoed again.
In just half a second.
The two had already exchanged hundreds of blows.
Slap slap!
History is astonishingly similar, as if repeating itself, Ye Xuan once again seized Zhao Yunhai's fists.
The onlookers were not surprised at all and even felt a bit helpless.
"Is Ye Xuan stupid?"
"Isn't falling into the same trap once enough?"
"He's looking for death!"
"..."
Zhao Yunhai saw this and sneered with a grim smile, "Suffer a loss once, learn a lesson, kid, you never learn."
"Never learn?" Ye Xuan smiled, "Are you sure?"
Zhao Yunhai was stunned.
And at this moment.
Zhao Yunhai's expression changed drastically.
He could only feel two terrifying forces, like ferocious dragons crossing a river, surging mercilessly and coldly through his fists, unstoppable like a bamboo, a force no army could block.
Dark Energy.
