"Feeling incredible, isn't it?" Seeing disbelief written all over Han Zhen's face, Ye Feng smiled proudly and threw a punch at the other's stomach with his left hand. "Die, trash!"
With that punch, Ye Feng used all his strength. At that moment, Ye Feng could finally hold his head high and sigh in relief, for he had knocked down an Intermediate martial master with his own power.
"Ah!" Amidst a scream, Han Zhen flew backward like a kite with its string cut, and crashed to the ground in an ungainly heap.
Ye Feng wasn't going to stand around foolishly posturing like Han Zhen; he pressed his advantage. The moment Han Zhen hit the ground, Ye Feng charged at him like an arrow.
He intended to launch a fierce assault on Han Zhen before he could get up, giving him no chance to catch his breath.
"Yah! Die!" Amid a cry, Ye Feng kicked at Han Zhen with great speed, and Han Zhen was about to be hit.
"Snap!"
