As the top expert of the Cloud Guild, Fourth Zhao's skills were naturally exceptional.
This seemingly simple kick was actually infused with his decade-plus years of martial arts training and was incredibly potent. When he made his move, it was accompanied by a whooshing sound.
The people on both sides cheered, as if they were about to see Ye Xiong get beaten to a swollen face and a crooked neck.
Ye Xiong stood immovable. When the kick was about to strike his neck, he suddenly launched a punch.
Striking later but arriving first, as fast as lightning.
The onlookers hadn't even seen clearly how he made his move before they saw Fourth Zhao's body flying backward, crashing onto a table, and spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
One punch.
Just one punch had defeated Fourth Zhao.
The surrounding crowd was instantly dumbfounded.
The martial arts of Fourth Zhao were well known to those present; he was the Cloud Guild's top expert, Master Fang Liu's gold medal bodyguard.
