Qiu Zhiman looked indifferently at Cheng Guang before him.
It seemed he had not expected Cheng Guang to dare to block his path.
His eyes, through the shadows beneath his black hood, glanced at Cheng Guang and then let out a scoff.
"Although I don't know what method you used to wield Qi now, you can't really believe that I am afraid of you,"
Qiu Zhiman said this.
Cheng Guang's expression remained unchanged, his eyes sweeping over Qiu Zhiman with interest, "If you had not activated that restriction, you could easily crush me with one hand, but under the restriction, even if you can use Qi, how much can you use?"
"Right, President Qiu Zhiman?"
Cheng Guang's words fell.
Qiu Zhiman's expression changed slightly as if he heard something unbelievable, quietly observing Cheng Guang's expression for a while.
In Cheng Guang's expression, Qiu Zhiman did not see a trace of fear or probing.
Full of confidence.
Just as if...
He had already determined that he indeed was Qiu Zhiman.
