Li Yujia made his move, his kick slicing through the air resembling a Taekwondo technique—flashy and full of flair but, to a true master, laden with vulnerabilities.
However, in Li Yujia's eyes, there was no Pang Feng; he chose moves for their aesthetics, to highlight his own suave and dashing style.
Of course, Li Yujia's kick, though it carried many openings, was also treacherously vicious. He concentrated all his strength into that one kick—if it truly landed, not just a person, but even a bull would struggle to withstand it.
Pang Feng frowned slightly, seeing right through Li Yujia's intentions. In Li Yujia's eyes, he was nothing but an ant, yet this fellow chose such a brutal technique against an "ant," clearly revealing his devious nature and the ruthlessness at his core.
"Ah..." Seeing Li Yujia's magnificent attack, the crowd exclaimed in unison.
"So cool! Young Master Li's leg technique is really awesome!"
