The warm sun hung in the sky, dispelling some of the bone-chilling cold of winter.
On the training ground of the Soldier King Base, Okamoto Kazukiyo's body lay on the fighting platform, and Nagatani Yoshiharu's eyes were vigilantly fixed on Ye Chenfeng not far away. He was no fool, he could almost be certain that Okamoto Kazukiyo's sudden loss of control was entirely Ye Chenfeng's doing.
However, from beginning to end Ye Chenfeng had not stepped out at all, which made the usually overbearing Nagatani Yoshiharu completely tremble inside, facing this terrifying unknown force his forehead began to sweat profusely, dripping down like beads.
