Chapter 215
Zhang Daniu closed his eyes in agony, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes. Grandpa, when Big Bull goes down, he must apologize to his little brother.
Suddenly, Zhang Daniu’s eyes snapped open, shining bright and black like onyx.
"Bring it on!" Zhang Daniu bellowed, his booming voice filling the entire underground parking lot, causing Ye Tian’s eardrums to ache slightly. When he looked back at the two brothers, they were already clashing in battle. It was only at this time that Ye Tian realized that, sometimes, the difference in physique may be an insurmountable gap for life. Towering figures like Zhang Daniu and Zhang Houtu could be said to have the strength to tear tigers and leopards with their bare hands, overpowering ten with sheer force, rendering any amount of skill futile. Zhang Daniu, nearly two meters tall, had a physique similar to Zhang Houtu, giving him a natural, colossal advantage that made Ye Tian envy his Combat Power. Zhang Xiayang’s knife techniques were fierce, the angles cunning, each slash and stab aimed at fatal points, with the dense blades like drizzling rain always managing to block Zhang Daniu’s attacks.
Fighting knives with bare hands, only this big oaf could do such a thing.
Zhang Daniu moved without any hesitation or unnecessary actions, seemingly childish and undisciplined at a cursory look, but Ye Tian could see. Just one touch, should the big man manage to reach Zhang Xiayang, just once, and it was certain death for Zhang Xiayang.
How many of the tens of thousands of falling bombs do you think you can withstand? Just one is enough to take your life. At this moment, each punch and palm from Zhang Daniu was like a bomb from heaven—get hit by one, and death was certain!
The Butterfly Knives continued to whirl, the blades tearing through the air, accompanied by the sound of the air splitting, chopping toward Zhang Daniu. A raise of the knife, and two huge blades closed in, aiming to chop off the big man’s head ruthlessly.
"Ha!" The knife blade rushed toward his face, but Zhang Daniu was unfazed, not even blinking as he let it come. It was still that foot, the terrifying strength appearing instantaneously without any need for charging up. That big foot kicked into Zhang Xiayang’s stomach, sending the Butterfly Knife, who was accustomed to wearing white, flying through the air. The Butterfly Knife, which was just inches away from Zhang Daniu’s face, grazed his cheek leaving a faint red line before its trajectory suddenly altered, flinging into the air, landing and scraping the hard concrete, leaving behind a deep groove and sparks.