"Moreover, not being allowed to fight back means you cannot move."
Li Dongsheng added.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan clenched his fists.
He had thought it was just about not fighting back, but now he couldn't move.
To stand there and let a peak-level ancient martial artist of the Yellow rank attack for three minutes.
This was no joke!
It was like a boxer, competent enough to knock out an opponent easily, but that did not mean he could stand there motionless, letting himself be hit for three minutes.
This was life-threatening!
"Hehe! Junior brother, your game is interesting, I like it!"
The middle-aged man said with a casual, playful expression, laughing.
Zhang Xiaofan's brows furrowed tightly, fists clenched. Did he have a choice at this point?
To really just stand there for three minutes under the attack of a peak-level ancient Yellow rank martial artist?
He wasn't sure he could withstand it.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofan remembered something!
