Lin Yuan's agonized screams echoed around.
He lay on the ground twitching like a dead dog.
Wang Xiao looked down at the pitiful Lin Yuan, swallowing hard.
His body started to tremble slightly.
Why was this happening?
The underground boxing champion of Wu Zhou, so easily defeated by this nobody?
Wang Xiao couldn't believe it was true!
He closed his eyes tightly, then opened them fiercely, wanting to tell himself it was all an illusion.
But the scene before him did not change.
Sweat beads the size of soybeans formed on Wang Xiao's forehead. Facing Ye Tian, who was getting closer, he truly felt afraid!
"Don't come any closer!"
"Stop right there!"
Wang Xiao roared.
He stepped back five steps.
Lin Yuan struggled to stand up, asking uncertainly, "Do you have True Qi?"
"Did you cultivate True Qi?"
He had faintly felt the True Qi in Ye Tian's kick just now.
Lin Yuan was also a martial artist.
His life's goal was to cultivate True Qi.
