Despite Duan Feng's outward disdain for the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, he deeply respected it in his heart.
The ordinary people couldn't see its value, but he could. The disciples of the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall, with such achievements at a young age, were absolutely astonishing.
Moreover, Wen Yuan was the eldest disciple of the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall. He dare not underestimate him. He went all out as soon as he made his move.
His fists were pitch black, pumping with the Qi-blood of four times Limit Breaking peak. The punch he threw created a roaring sound that shocked the ordinary people around him.
Pow!
Wen Yuan swung his fist, landing it squarely on Duan Feng's nose, immediately crushing it.
Duan Feng felt a buzzing sensation in his head, staggered back more than a dozen steps, sat down on his butt, and started to scream with his hands clutching his nose.
Did he lose?
The civilians around were stunned and didn't react for a moment.
