C21 Nirvana fire god body

Yang Tianrui's fists danced around chaotically like the shadow of a gale. It was approaching menacingly and the air was filled with countless cuts. Some of the weaker students were already pressured to the point that they could not breathe and retreated.

Taking a step forward, he punched towards Ye Dongfeng's head, the wind from his fists stinging.

Ye Dongfeng's fist also went up to meet it