"Are you going to surrender willingly, or do I have to make a move and knock you down before I catch you?" Ye Xiong said coldly.
"Who wins and who loses is still undecided!"
As soon as Duanmu Kuang finished speaking, his body released a powerful killing intent, and his clothes moved without wind.
The entire room was filled with flowing air currents, and the strong killing intent was released.
In his lifetime, Ye Xiong had encountered many opponents; apart from Long Tianya and Long Zaitian, Duanmu Kuang was undoubtedly the most formidable opponent he had ever faced, barely any less powerful than himself.
Fighting him, even if Ye Xiong could win, would probably take some time.
And it was highly likely that he would suffer some injuries.
Would Ye Xiong fight him?
Of course, but not in the usual way.
"I want to see how you, this junior, can win against me."
Duanmu Kuang's fist erupted with formidable strength, and he fiercely struck towards Ye Xiong.
