"Hahahaha, you little brat, you really think you're something special?"
"How could I, Wang Hu, survive this long in the underworld if I were nothing but an empty name?!"
"With this punch, I've used the Blood-Burning Secret Technique and can unleash power twice my own; even a Third-Grade Grandmaster like you can't possibly block it!"
Wang Hu exhaled two streams of white breath, looking at the motionless dust with a smug smile on his face.
The underlings surrounding them, seeing this, also began to cheer for their boss one after another.
"Not so strong, huh?"
"Can't even withstand a single punch from my boss, what a fool!"
"An overconfident fool wanting to challenge our boss one on one, seeking death!"
The onlookers showed a variety of expressions, some surprised, some frightened.
They all doubted that Ning Fan could possibly have survived that punch.
Just then, a faint chuckle suddenly came through the dust.