"Your situation doesn't look too good, does it?" Liu Ri blocked a punch from Tajibur, while not forgetting to taunt him.
Tajibur laughed loudly, "Yes, a bit of trouble, your friend is done for!"
While talking, fists and kicks were exchanged rapidly, and Liu Ri was soon shaken and forced to retreat three steps back.
At that moment, Han Zhun rushed forward, taking on the pressure. Liu Ri did not choose to stand with Han Zhun, but instead turned around and engaged the four lackeys still present in battle.
He was disrupting the rhythm of these lackeys, preventing them from employing tactics to surround him.
Although Han Zhun was solidly overpowered by Tajibur's punches and kicks, he still shouted, "My brother! He will definitely win! I believe in him!"
From afar, a series of machine gun sounds erupted. Tajibur laughed out loud, "Do martial artists of your level at the martial arts school get equipped with this kind of gear? I don't think so."
