"What a powerful punch!"
Seeing Nai Cai's punch, Napa Basse's pupils suddenly shrank, as he inhaled a cold breath in his heart, and now he started to worry about Ye Wudao.
"Nai Cai, if this is all the skill you have, then I am truly disappointed. Use your ancient Muay Thai elephant fist, otherwise, you won't stand a chance."
Meanwhile, Ye Wudao kept one hand behind his back, casually gesturing forward with the other, speaking in a light and breezy tone, as if Nai Cai's earth-shattering punch couldn't affect him in the slightest.
"Big talker! Beat me first before you brag."
Although Nai Cai remained composed, his heart skipped a beat. How could this guy know about his ancient elephant fist Muay Thai? That was his biggest secret.
"Then bring it on."
Ye Wudao didn't waste more words, he simply beckoned with a hand, eager to see if Nai Cai could withstand even one of his punches, considering that years ago, Nai Cai had defeated him with three punches.
