Liu Chan stood behind Yang Fei, watching him discipline the people of Sang Country, his figure tall and handsome.
Liu Chan's cheeks flushed with red, her eyes brimming with emotion.
The leader of the Sang Country students had just managed to get back on his feet.
He had never seen such magically mysterious Kung Fu and cursed loudly.
"If you are skilled, don't use demon art—fight me fairly."
Yang Fei gave a cold laugh, "You still don't accept defeat?"
The Sang Country student felt uneasy.
However, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he still plucked up his courage to speak loudly.
"Unconvinced, how can I beat you when you use demon art?"
Yang Fei burst into laughter, "Ignorant, laughable."
He pointed at the Sang Country student.
"If you dare, follow me and do what I just did."
Before the Sang Country student could react, Yang Fei, like a cheetah, suddenly leaped forward.
