Ye Fei gave a cold laugh. He casually blocked Ye Yu's attack, then pulled his arms outward. His right hand shot out like lightning, aiming for Ye Yu's neck.
A look of horror appeared on Ye Yu's face. Using his waist as the pivot, his entire upper body bent sharply backward, trying to dodge Ye Fei's grab. But how could he be faster than Ye Fei? His throat was directly grabbed.
Even after being caught and lifted up close by Ye Fei, Ye Yu still couldn't believe that this boy with terrifyingly high martial arts skills was really the once frail and sickly Ye Fei.
However, Ye Fei didn't give Ye Yu any chance to think. His five fingers suddenly exerted force, squeezing Ye Yu's face purple.
