Time slowly passed, and already three men lay on the ground, unable to rise, wailing in pain, with no indication of mercy from the two who targeted their most painful spots.
Of course, not delivering a deathblow was already quite merciful; to expect mercy was simply a dream!
Then, finally, it was time for a two-on-two battle; hehehe... fairness, was just too fair.
The two glanced at each other, both seeing a thick schadenfreude in the other's eyes, their movements becoming increasingly nonchalant as if they were teasing kittens, spinning their opponents in circles without giving them any chance to fight back or escape.
To any clear-eyed observer, it was obvious that Han Xiaoxu and Hua Jinghao were not exerting their real strength at that moment; of course, the two from Black Panther knew that too, but no matter how hard they tried, they were still no more effective than blind men swatting mosquitoes—utterly pointless!
