Han Zheng was stepped on his spine by Ye Feng, feeling as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him, leaving him entirely unable to move.
Han Zheng's heart shook violently, as huge waves surged within him. He had never imagined that he, a dignified Grandmaster, would be utterly no match for Ye Feng, a mere youth in his twenties.
Ye Feng just sat in his seat without even moving; he simply raised his hand and defeated Han Zheng.
At this moment, Han Zheng had to believe what Han Yi had said; as a Grandmaster, he was easily defeated by the opponent. If the opponent wasn't a Grandmaster, what was he? It was absolutely impossible for a mere Martial Artist with Inner Strength to possess such tremendous power.
Although Han Zheng was shocked and unable to accept it, what he found even harder to accept was that Ye Feng had stepped on him in front of so many people. His eyes revealed a mad frenzy as he roared at Ye Feng, "Let me go!"
