Scarface slowly approached Zhang Xiaowei, as if he had become a different person.
He clenched his fist and lashed out suddenly, aiming straight for Zhang Xiaowei's face.
Hiss!
Zhang Xiaowei's eyes widened as he gasped for air.
Bang!
As their fists collided, Zhang Xiaowei's body couldn't help but shake.
This guy is really no simpleton; it seems it wasn't just empty talk.
Just with this one punch, Scarface's strength had gained Zhang Xiaowei's recognition.
The previously mentioned Qigong Master was definitely not nonsense.
This deeply surprised Zhang Xiaowei, and he was very curious about this Qigong Master business.
"How did you train your True Qi?"
Scarface snorted disdainfully, sneering, "Just like you, taught by my master!"
The moment the words fell, his fist was in front of Zhang Xiaowei again.
Zhang Xiaowei raised his hand and slapped it away, using Tai Chi's Technique of Using Four Ounces to Move a Thousand Pounds to neutralize the force of the punch.
