Zou Teng claimed that Ning Fan was not his opponent. The result, however, showed that the strength of his fist was inferior to Ning Fan's.
That outcome was no different from giving himself a slap right in the face. It caused Zou Teng who was a member of the Freesia Race to have his pride be deeply hurt.
Strong wind gushed across the sky, blowing the clouds and mist away. Ning Fan remained still like an immovable mountain. He breathed in deeply while his expression was indifferent.
Looking at Ning Fan's nonchalant expression, Zou Teng's face turned gloomy with his teeth clenched and kept quiet.
"You are indeed much stronger than experts like Zhu Qin…" Ning Fan coldly spoke.
