"Don't underestimate me, buddy."

Such a sound reached Officer Li's ears, followed by excruciating pain that made it almost impossible to breathe.

"bump……"

With just one punch, Officer Li's body was sent flying backward in a curved "C" shape.

He rolled twice on the ground, unable to stand up with his mouth open and eyes closed, his knife stuck in the ground beside him.

"No way, that fast? Officer Li was taken down in a flash?"

"Really? Is this outlaw a little too strong?"

"It was worth it. It was really worth seeing such a high-level match."

The residents who were still watching from both sides of the street also realized what had happened: the invincible Officer Li had fallen.

None of them fled, partly because the battle here was truly thrilling to watch.

On the other hand, the battle below is not over yet. It's not impossible that one of them could be swept away by the aftershocks while passing by.

On the battlefield, the world was spinning before Li Butou's eyes, and the pain from the two areas that had just been attacked made it difficult for him to breathe.

He stood up unsteadily, leaning on his sword to maintain his fighting stance.

At this moment, Han Feiyu on the opposite side launched a taunt.

"Weak? Please, you're really weak."

He wasn't some villain who didn't know how to press his advantage and liked to die from talking too much.

The current actions are intended to make this battle leave a deeper impression, allowing the power of rumors to further reinforce his original work.

Moreover, even if others don't know what's going on with Officer Li, surely he does?

A martial artist who focuses more on technique is being beaten up in close combat by a pure body cultivator.

After two attacks, I felt like my soul was about to leave my body.

If he were to receive another punch at this moment, he might be able to see a river, and on the other side, an old lady would be warmly calling him over for a couple of sips of hot soup…

Officer Li was well aware of his situation, but he really couldn't back down at this moment.

The battle had only just begun, and his men had only run a short distance; reinforcements would definitely not arrive anytime soon.

If he doesn't hold out now, his constables will be feasting on him tonight.

What else could he do but pull the knife out of the ground, point it at his opponent, and try his best to maintain his fighting ability.

He wasn't entirely without hope. In his own opinion, it was just that he had been careless and hadn't dodged.

As long as he maintains a good distance, his Thunderclap Blade should be able to hold his own against Zhang San.

"Zhang San, how dare you..."

He had a very imposing presence. It would have been even better if his left eye hadn't been pointing upwards and his right eye downwards after that initial attack.

"That's very brave! Let's continue then."

Han Feiyu approached again, raising both hands. His posture, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, left no doubt that if he caught her, she would be torn in two.

Faced with such an offensive, our Chief Constable Li's choice was:

Retreat, retreat, retreat.

He could only retreat continuously, while swinging his sword and unleashing attacks imbued with lightning-infused energy towards his opponent.

"Crackling and popping..."

The energy drain from the long-range attack caused an electric arc to explode on Han Feiyu's body, leaving a small tear in his clothes and slightly blackening his skin underneath.

That's all.

This was a hopeless outcome; we failed to penetrate the enemy's armor.

If we weren't still fighting, someone might have said something like, "Bathhouse attendant, Liwei, have you eaten?"