Zhang Jun snorted coldly, flicking the dust off his sleeve cuff and arrogantly walked up to Ye Feng, saying boastfully, "Do you even know what you are? You are trash! Utterly useless trash."
Ye Feng glared at Zhang Jun with fiery eyes, wishing he had enough strength to tear him into pieces, but he didn't possess the power to defeat Zhang Jun, and all of it was nothing but wishful thinking.
Even without the strength, how could Ye Feng easily give up? At that moment, he considered himself a mad dog, even if it cost him his life, he would take Zhang Jun down. Even if he couldn't kill him, injuring or crippling him would be very much worth it.
Whoosh!
As soon as Zhang Jun entered his attack range, Ye Feng didn't hesitate to launch an attack, aiming at Zhang Jun's right leg. He was determined to break the bastard's leg and see how he could strut around with a broken leg.
