No matter who his opponent is, as long as they have a skill, he will entangle with them for a while before defeating them.
Moreover, he seems to have cultivated some kind of body-hardening technique, making his body difficult to injure with swords and blades.
Regardless of whether his opponent uses weapons, he fights with a pair of iron fists, hence earning the nickname Fist Maniac."
The young man in brocade clothes listened with shining eyes.
To a greenhorn like him who had just entered the martial world, the actions of the Fist Maniac made him yearn for it immensely, wishing he could take his place.
"Doesn't kill people? What a joke." A rough voice came from outside the tea stall, and then, a burly man strode in.
"The third leader of Black Tiger Village."
Someone recognized the burly man's identity and shouted out in surprise.
Inside the tea stall, everyone's expression changed.
