Just looked at Ning Qi faintly, as if staring at a dead man.
"Yes, nearly didn't make it."
Ning Qi sighed and then continued: "Since that's the case, it's my turn now. Are you ready?"
"You can come at any time."
The middle-aged man hooked his finger at Ning Qi.
Always looking indifferent.
In his view, Ning Qi was just a spent force.
Originally, he might have the strength to fight, but he had just been severely injured.
He can't use his full power now.
"Alright, then here I come!"
Ning Qi nodded, then smiled and gave a reminder.
He rushed directly towards the middle-aged man afterward.
"Hoo!"
As a gust of wind blew past.
Ning Qi appeared to be casually strolling, walked up to the middle-aged man.
Then extended his hand, aiming a punch at his chest.
The middle-aged man looked at his lackluster punch and almost laughed.
But when Ning Qi's fist was about to hit his chest, he suddenly exerted force.
"Puff!"
