How could this be possible...
Qian Rong, holding his hand, stared dumbfounded at Lin Feng, unable to utter a word. Their last unpleasant encounter had already astonished Qian Rong greatly; to think that someone so young could break free from his grasp was unprecedented in his life. But compared to today, last time was nothing.
A real master, a master who is definitely not on the same level as himself!
Lin Feng was the first person Qian Rong had met who could withstand his Iron Palm without injury and carry on a conversation without changing his expression. In the past, Qian Rong had used his Iron Palm to extract confessions from AA-level mercenaries, and none of them could withstand it. This meant Lin Feng was far beyond AA-level. What level could he possibly be at now? Unthinkable!
God, am I dreaming?
"Old lecher, what's wrong with you?" Ding Yi, seeing Qian Rong suddenly space out, felt puzzled. What was with Qian Rong today?
