"There's nothing to talk about! Today, you or I must fall!"
After saying this, Qin Xuyang clenched his fists and launched a third attack at Wang Yu.
Wang Yu sighed, looked at the charging Qin Xuyang, shook his head with a smile, and thought to himself that since it had come to this, he had no choice but to knock him to the ground and then have a good talk.
A glint of cold light appeared in his eyes, and just as Wang Yu was preparing to attack with his full strength, a delicate shout suddenly came to his ears.
"Wang Yu, don't hurt him, he's Qin Yue's brother!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yu's mind went blank, and he stood frozen on the spot, motionless like a soulless real-life puppet, while Qin Xuyang's huge fist was flying right in front of him, landing heavily on his cheek.
