Qin Feng strode forward and stopped in front of Qiao Changyu, with his hands in his pockets and a beaming smile, he asked, "Was that Turtle Fist you were using just now?"
Qiao Changyu, startled, retorted, "You know about Turtle Fist?"
"Of course! A bastard practices Turtle Fist, right?"
"You dare to curse me?"
"Curse you? What about it? You're no good yourself, resorting to such lowly moves, trying to raid my nest and kill my little bird! Calling you an old bastard is me being polite."
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Qiao Changyu prepared to gather his internal energy to use his killer move and fight Qin Feng desperately.
Qin Feng saw this and immediately laughed, cheerfully reminding, "If you recklessly use your True Qi against me again, not only will you not hit me, but your Dantian will explode."
"Nonsense!" Qiao Changyu didn't believe what Qin Feng said.
