Chapter 722 Will Eric Goodwell Lose

• Old hands play the long game. With decades of grinding practice behind him, Donald Robinett drove his vitality energy straight at Eric Goodwell, pushing him back again and again.
• From the look of it, that blazing scarlet fist aura Eric had formed wouldn’t last much longer, and when it shattered, Donald’s next strike would wreck him.
• “Mr. Goodwell, no matter how freakishly gifted you are, no matter how dazzling your talent, today you die under my fists.”