Chapter 610
But Ye Feng is now a genuine Ancient Martial Artist, how could he be easily knocked down? Although Ye Feng didn't fight back, no matter how hard the group of rich second generations tried, they couldn't hurt Ye Feng in the slightest.
Instead, their poor fists, when faced with Ye Feng's robust body, only suffered abuse. Soon, their fists turned bright red and seemed unbearably painful.
"Damn! What kind of monster is this guy? He's so resilient that he made my fists swell, and he doesn't even flinch."
"Exactly, damn it, my hands are about to turn into buns, and this guy doesn't even frown a bit."
After attacking for 3 minutes, these wealthy young masters were completely at a loss and began loudly complaining while cradling their injured fists.
Ye Feng wanted just this effect; he was too lazy to make a move yet was able to make the opponents suffer, which was more effective than directly bullying them.
