West wind was completely enraged. Was Cheng Feng trying to blind him?
He was simply too despicable. If he didn't kill him today, he wouldn't be west wind.
He gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his eyes as he glared at Cheng Feng.
"You're really looking for death, Zhenzhen."
West wind clenched his fist, gritted his teeth, and swung it at Cheng Feng.
His fist was as fast as the wind, like a shadow, and it smashed toward Cheng Feng.
Cheng Feng was unable to Dodge the punch, and it landed on his face.
Fortunately, he had tilted his head just now. Otherwise, this punch would have definitely hit his eyes.
The corner of Cheng Feng's mouth was bleeding again.
His body was on the verge of collapsing as he staggered a few steps back.
However, he still managed to stabilize his body and did not fall to the ground.
He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He smiled coldly at west wind.
He knew the strength of his fist.
