Ding, ding, dong!
In the continuous sounds of collision, all of Alva's attacks... none were effectively executed.
As long as his attack could land, he was confident it would hit.
But every time he made a move, the opponent seemed to anticipate it, stopping just at his point of exertion.
This feeling made him almost explode.
"Ah!!!"
Alva's roar exploded in the night sky.
However, his roar abruptly stopped just a second later.
Mu Fan withdrew the pointed short stick.
The opponent's attack was intercepted once again.
This feeling of having strength but unable to use it made Alva so suffocated that he almost spat blood.
His strength and weapons were completely ineffective, while he could only be like a land turtle, passively taking a beating.
Finally, after having his attacks interrupted dozens of times, Alva rolled back onto his feet, looking at Mu Fan angrily, gasping for breath like a bull.
His unruly long hair surged with the wind in tune with his furious mood.
