Under the barrage of experienced and all-encompassing attacks from Johnson, the young boy finally could no longer just focus on running away and avoiding, he barely blocked a punch, only to be immediately rebounded by Johnson, tumbling to the ground, then fiercely rolling over, throwing over a dozen punches at Johnson's shoulder, who didn't even flinch, feeling as if bitten by a mosquito.
The disparity in physique was simply too great; it was not a contest of equal strength.
With a malicious smile, Johnson suddenly threw a hook punch, and the boy, taken by surprise, reached out to block it. Qiao Xia felt as if she could hear the sound of his bones breaking. His whole body was sent flying, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.
The young boy abruptly stood up, his hands sinking down, steadying his chaotic breath within. Johnson roared as he charged over like a massive beast, his fists striking straight at the young boy.
"Johnson, Johnson, Johnson!"
"Johnson!"
"Johnson!"
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