Boom!
A second thunderous explosion followed. Both men were forced back—Fang Tian retreated five steps, and Fan Wei retreated five steps as well.
They were evenly matched.
He blocked it.
Fang Tian's terrifying punch had been stopped at last.
The arena exploded with cheers.
"I knew it! I knew Young Master Fan could block it!"
"I was worried for a moment, but Fang Tian beat three people in a row with that punch. Blocking it is incredible!"
"Well done!"
"Fan Wei, crush him!"
Fang Tian steadied himself and laughed softly, looking at Fan Wei with renewed interest. "Not bad. The so-called number one talent of Fengyue City does have some skill, daring to fight me head-on. But…"
His smile turned cold. "Your level is still just average."
"Whether it's hard or not doesn't matter," Fan Wei replied calmly. "If you want to beat me, this kind of attack won't be enough. Show your real ability."
His words sounded confident, but inside, Fan Wei was far less composed.
