——Fate was always capricious.
Bang!
A fierce punch landed on the face identical to his own. Li Aozi felt no illusionary pain; neither anger nor surprise stirred in his heart.
——But fortunately, one thing is certain, man does not always lose to fate.
Swoosh—smack!
The false countenance twisted quickly, turning black for an instant, revealing the pseudo-human's true form, but it soon reverted to its disguise. Trembling, it stepped back two paces, just about to speak when Li Aozi lunged forward like an arrow, his fists striking precisely and lethally like bullets on the opponent's face.
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop!
Grabbing the opponent's hair with one hand, Li Aozi lifted his knee, qi energy surging inside him. With just his mortal body, he pulled off a flurry of shadows in the shaking carriage, suddenly thrusting at the opponent's chest!
Boom!!!
——Any disaster that doesn't kill, will inevitably be trampled underfoot.