"Today, old man here will have a meeting!" In the corner, Old Qian slowly approached.
Chen Fanlin glanced at him and scoffed disdainfully, "Hmph, a mere Martial Dao master at the peak realm is no match for me."
Old Qian's eyebrows tightened. It seemed that today's battle was destined to be a tough one.
"How do you know without trying?" Old Qian's confidence sunk as he suddenly swept forward.
Anyone could tell that he was a powerful martial artist, experienced and cunning. He knew to strike unexpectedly and catch his opponent off guard.
Hmph!
Chen Fanlin sneered as he swung his fists.
A roar like a dragon's chant and a tiger's howl.
Boom...
His fists smashed towards Old Qian's chest. A Martial Arts Grandmaster possessed overwhelming strength, easily more than ten thousand pounds. Although Old Qian was at the peak of martial masters and had already touched the bottleneck of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, he still had a gap in realm compared to Chen Fanlin.
