If it were his younger brother, he could accept it. As brothers, no matter how incredible the talent, he could comprehend it. But now, this gentleman stood before him, what was he fighting against?
"Even though we've only just met, I think the Second Young Master Feng you referred to is me!"
Feng Qing'an, looking at the martial fighter before him with that similar expression from last night, felt no stir in his heart.
"So who was I fighting against?"
The city defense officer immediately asked again.
Thump~
Thump~
There was no need for an answer. A figure bathed in golden light had walked over following the trajectory from where the hefty man had struck. Just as he clenched his fist, seemingly ready to continue brawling with his opponent, Feng Qing'an lifted his palm and gently gestured,
"Enough, the outcome is already determined. There's no need to continue fighting, come!"
