Seeing Zhang Fan make a move, those who had just witnessed him breaking the steel bed recoiled simultaneously.
"Look, our little Demon King is about to make a move. This idiot, where did he come from? Fuck, didn't he just see the tragedy of the steel bed?"
"Place your bets now, how many ribs will the Demon King break on this retard?"
"I bet five!"
"I bet eight."
"I bet twenty!"
"I bet thirty!"
"Idiot upstairs, do you even have that many ribs?"
The live stream burst into laughter.
"Heh, you still want to make a move? I'm standing right here. If you can knock me flying, you win," said Jiang Xiaoyang as he looked at Zhang Fan's reaching hand and burst into derisive laughter with his hands behind his back.
What a joke, a high school student, so skinny, how strong can he be?
Zhang Fan's palm moved very slowly, like a snail.
The reason was nothing else but his whole body aching, damn it!
"Hahaha, idiot, did this retard go blind just now?"
