Despite Saraf racking his brains to figure out how Pei Yan could accomplish this, the battle had to continue, and reluctantly, he had to resort to his previous clumsy strategy, focusing all his attention in front of him, defending against any attacks Pei Yan might launch from any direction.
A strong sense of crisis accompanied by a fierce gust of punches assaulted him from behind, and Saraf tensed his body, determined not to fall for the trick this time!
Boom!
"Puff!" A dull thudding sound echoed with the noise of bones breaking and muscles tearing. Under Pei Yan's fully powered strike, Saraf was suddenly attacked from behind, his spiked protrusions breaking, while dragon scales on his back were hammered into a fist print, causing him to spew old blood and stagger forward.
This time, the opponent was serious!
