The fourth update!
Johnson swung his hammer-like fists, starting the onslaught, heavier than a thousand jun, absolutely domineering, like two cannonballs fired out. His footsteps thunderously shook the fighting ring, his massive momentum like a raging bear venting its anger.
But opposite him, Ye Chenfeng was still smoking a cigarette, not the least bit disordered.
As Johnson's attack, akin to the destructive power of a car accident, was about to hit, Ye Chenfeng moved, but he chose to meet force with force!
His right fist rose, delivering a standard straight punch, pulling a straight line through the air.
Everyone was dumbfounded!
Ye Chenfeng actually chose to clash directly with Johnson? People had already imagined Ye Chenfeng's fist turning into a mushy pile of flesh and blood.
"Bang!"
The dull sound, like thunder on a clear day, was something everyone had never imagined could come from a fist impact.
"Tss..."
