"It seems that the person praised to the skies by those guys is just so-so after all. Why do I feel like I've wasted 20,000 Angel Points?" Seeing that Ye Feng wasn't as formidable as he had imagined, the young man scoffed with a laugh, showing his disdain.
"Indeed! I'm indeed not very powerful, but I have more than enough to take your life," Ye Feng roared, charging forward, his fist, fierce and forceful, aimed straight for the young man's chest.
"Humph! Talking big won't save your back from spraining," the young man mocked, meeting Ye Feng's fist with his palm while moving his body close to him.
This was the Qing Gang's supreme technique, Sticking Palm! The closer he was to the enemy, the greater the power he could exert, so he had to stick tightly to Ye Feng.
His movements were fast, but Ye Feng's reactions were equally swift. Before he could get close, Ye Feng dodged and even pulled back his own punch.
