C64 Art of Fighting(1)

Tao Hsing looked at the strange smile on Xu Binn's face and felt a chill in his heart once again. In his point of view, it wasn't the expression of a weak person who was surrounded by five people.

Just as Tao Hsing was still confused about the smile on Xu Binn's face, Xu Binn moved. In Tao Hsing's eyes, a fist the size of a clay pot was constantly enlarging.

"Kacha!"

In the blink of an eye