After the referee announced the start, Ye Nantian's eyes flashed with a sharp glint. With a bang, he stomped on the ground fiercely, his body shooting forward like an arrow, charging at Ferguson at an incredible speed, whipping up a gust of wind!
Ferguson's face carried a sneer, standing still, clearly intending to use his robust muscles to withstand Ye Nantian's attack, just like before, and then launch a counterattack.
Ye Nantian's lips curled into a cold smile as he reached in front of Ferguson, unleashing a punch as swiftly as a giant python emerging from its den, with unparalleled fierceness.
"Hey."
Ferguson laughed disdainfully, his mind intent on tightening the muscles in his chest abruptly, hard as steel, his proudest technique; who knows how much effort he spent honing this body of muscle.
Bang!
