C408 The mystery of the fury's fist below

"Humph!" Suppressing my fist shadows, Charlie snorted coldly, and bent his body backwards in an irregular fashion. He kicked off with his legs like a rabbit, intending to pull the line of battle.

"You want to leave?"

With a roar of rage, I pushed off the ground with my fists and sent a spinning kick at the windmill.

Under the strong gale